Roboute Guilliman - Excel of Unity (Parody) | Epic Orchestral Song | Warhammer 40k скачать в хорошем качестве

Roboute Guilliman - Excel of Unity (Parody) | Epic Orchestral Song | Warhammer 40k

The anthem of Roboute Guilliman, the resurrected Primarch of the Ultramarines, master of order and strategic warfare in Warhammer 40K. Rumor says his true power lies not in the Codex... but in color-coded charts and perfectly aligned Excel sheets. Check out the full Warhammer playlist -    • Warhammer 40K (A-Z) 💀⚒   Note: This video is fan made and not official. The song and the art are AI generated as follows: Song: Lyrics - The lyrics and theme were developed by me, "The Automatic Singer." ChatGPT was used for creative ideation and lyric refinement. Music + vocals - Suno Mastering - Diktatorial Suite - https://diktatorial.com/?ref=automati... Diktatorial Suite improves the quality of songs and adds that much-needed finishing touch. Affiliation Disclaimer: If you make a purchase through this link, I will receive a commission. Video: Art - Midjourney Image to video - Runway Editing - CapCut [Verse] Why do I still live? I gave all I could give Haunted by macros that refuse to forgive The weight of charts won’t let me be free What more do they want from me? [Pre-Chorus] I know no fear, I tabulate in honor For the Emperor's cause, I'm a file formatter I gave my life to clean legacy code Death was a break I was once owed [Chorus] Gather around my Excel of Unity Be pure of task, strong in clarity Hold the line when errors compile Be bright cells on the spreadsheet of battle [Verse] A formula broke at a critical time A misclick that still haunts my mind Tried to filter, tried to sort I couldn't complete the final report [Pre-Chorus] In the name of the Charts of Ultramar I begged him to fix the formula bar They exported wrong, synced from afar Now the logs read like a cursed memoir [Chorus] Gather around my Blade of Unity Be pure of heart, strong of body Stand your ground against every trial Be bright stars on the firmament of battle [Bridge] I am the fist, that slams the escape key I am the blade, that cuts formatting clean I lead the way with a color-coded plan I am the Caps lock, of the Imperium of Man I am the chart, that forecasts the storm I fought the bugs, and reform was born I’ll Excel until the galaxy’s won For I am, the Auditing Son! [Chorus] x2 Gather around my Excel of Unity Be pure of task, strong in clarity Hold the line when errors compile Be bright cells on the spreadsheet of battle [Outro] I know now what you want from me To restore the Excel of unity The Imperium thrives when cells behave This is why I live, to filter and save