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⚖️ “Watchers of the Golden Throne” is a solemn, majestic ode to the Adeptus Custodes — the Emperor’s perfect sons, crafted thought by thought to stand eternal vigil over mankind. This song carries the weight of millennia, the purity of purpose, and the divine discipline of warriors shaped by His own hand. From the quiet, sacred oath of the intro to the final fading vow, every line reflects the Custodes’ crystalline minds, their unwavering judgement, and their absolute loyalty to the Throne that never sleeps. ⚖️ [Intro] “We were not born, brother… we were crafted. Shaped thought by thought beneath His perfect gaze. Chosen before the first heartbeat, refined beyond mortal limits. Our purpose is not learned — it is woven into our souls. We stand where time itself kneels. For we are the Watchers of the Golden Throne.” [Verse 1] Forged in the Emperor’s breath, sculpted by His hand, Not as soldiers, but as the purest echo of His command. Each thought refined, each heartbeat shaped to serve His will, A mind of crystal clarity, a spirit forged in stillness. We are the chosen few, perfected in His light, Born not of flesh alone, but of purpose burning bright. In silence we were raised, in purity we stand, The Emperor’s design made living, His judgement made a man. [Chorus] We are the flame That the darkness cannot swallow. We are the shield Where the traitor’s shadow breaks. We are the light In the age of endless sorrow. By His command We rise for mankind’s sake. For we are sworn To the Throne that never sleeps. And in His name Our vigil shall not cease. [Verse 2] A thousand years to us is but a single breath, For time bends low before the ones who stand against its death. We watch the galaxy turn like dust in a sunbeam, Unmoved, unbroken, guardians of the Emperor’s dream. We weigh the hearts of men without mercy or disdain, For judgement is not ours — it is His will through our veins. Where treachery takes root, our presence is the flame, And in our shadow, falsehood trembles at its shame. [Chorus] We are the flame That the darkness cannot swallow. We are the shield Where the traitor’s shadow breaks. We are the light In the age of endless sorrow. By His command We rise for mankind’s sake. For we are sworn To the Throne that never sleeps. And in His name Our vigil shall not cease. [Verse 3] The Golden Throne hums with the weight of a dying god, Its radiance a burden only we may walk upon. In its light our doubts are burned to ash and bone, For in its presence, truth stands naked and alone. We do not falter, for faltering is not our way, We do not question, for His will is our array. In silence we commune with the echoes of His might, And through that sacred stillness, we remember why we fight. [Bridge] [Soft, rising, like a cathedral awakening] Purity is not a virtue — it is our nature. [Golden resonance] Purity is not a burden — it is our breath. [Voice widening like a sunburst] We are the Emperor’s final argument against the night. [Quiet, crystalline clarity] And through us, His light endures. [Final Chorus] We are the flame That the darkness cannot swallow. We are the shield Where the traitor’s shadow breaks. We are the light In the age of endless sorrow. By His command We rise for mankind’s sake. For we are sworn To the Throne that never sleeps. And in His name Our vigil shall not cease. [Outro] “Remember this… We do not stand for glory, nor for praise. We stand because He shaped us to stand. As long as the Throne endures, so shall our watch. As long as mankind draws breath, we shall guard its flame. For we are the Watchers… and we do not fall.”