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Souls For Eternity - The Chronicles of the Necrontyr | A Warhammer 40K Song

Souls for Eternity is a Warhammer 40,000–inspired song that chronicles the tragic rise and eternal damnation of the Necrontyr. Born beneath a lethal star and cursed with short, painful lives, the Necrontyr sought immortality at any cost—only to surrender their souls to the C’tan, becoming the undying Necrons. This song explores themes of cosmic horror, lost humanity, false salvation, and the cold price of eternity. Through dark, cinematic soundscapes and grim narration, Souls for Eternity tells the story of biotransference, the Silent King, and the moment an entire species traded life for endless existence. Perfect for fans of Warhammer 40K lore, Necron mythology, grimdark music, and epic sci-fi storytelling. Immortality was granted. The soul was not. ------------------------------------------------------- [Lyrics] From very birth cursed they have been Dying of plague were Necrontyr Under the glow of native sun Their own fates were been undone Then they have built from living steel Space ships which made survival real To distant stars flew Necrontyr And no more doomed, they had no fear Civilization thrived among stars But Necrontyr still beared their scars Albeit free from plaguing light Gene mutilations were hard to fight Then Necrontyr have Old Ones met Those who lived long and sculpted fates Deepest chagrin possessed their hearts For immense length of Old Ones' lives The War in Skies then had begun Old Ones forced Necrontyr to run Their greater numbers have not won the war For Old Ones were masters of the Warp The Necrontyr defeated were And hatred grew towards their foe Then found was that native sun Held power of the great C'tan From necrodermis - the living steel Bodies for Gods have built Necrontyr C'tan have accepted it with delight Powers were granted Old Ones to smite Maphet'ran the Deceiver, one of C'tan Offered salvation from physical harm From the pains and diseases the Necrontyrs' bane Only one realized - price shall be insane Through bio transference whole race have went They thought it will be misfortune's end, Their new bodies like ones of the Gods' C'tan gorged their souls - that was the price Feeding on souls C'tan powers grew Szarekh realized the Diviner said truth He understood that his kin - Necrontyr Robbed of their souls became just machines Old Ones were failing to match Necrons' scores Web-way was breached with Nyadra'zath's force Galaxy was in the hands of C'tan They and Necrons have Red harvests begun. Whole planets razed and races devoured C'tans' hunger for lives knew not a bound Then legends tell that the Great Harlequin Fooled the C'tan and they killed their kin After this war only strongest remained Slaughter of races made Warp inflamed Necron empire under psykers’ attack Unseen in the Warp such powers lack All of the dynasties together once more Necrons have united against common foe Great plan of C’tan to shut off the Warp As though meteor seemed unreal to be stopped War of the ancients came to culmination No living soul spared from evisceration With their pain rose storms in the Warp No Old Ones nor C’tan have this foretold. Immaterium’s depths shaking with spasm Void predators first-borns of chasm Created and weaved from mortals’ emotions Enslavers Plague caused great Warp distortions This was the end to the Old Ones empire Shattered and smitten they ceased in fire But the Star Gods’ glee was not meant to end well Silent King Szarekh leaded rebel Weapons were charged, powers were aimed Such was the strike, no C’tan could withstand Shattered to pieces slaves they became Necrons once fooled, now their bane To stop the spread of Enslavers’ hordes All life was wiped of Necron worlds Plan was developed what’s lost to regain Necrons to have living souls once again To be once more living, have feelings and souls Free from C’tan, for this strive Necrons Ten millions of years command was to sleep Ten millions of years multiplied by six But the great slumber came to its end Perilous changes already at hand Szarekh the head of his people afresh Under his tread will the Galaxy thrash -------------------------------------------------------------------- 🔥 Subscribe to Grim Lore for weekly Warhammer 40K lore deep dives, grimdark narratives, character studies, battle analyses, and the hidden secrets of the 41st Millennium. From the epic saga of the Horus Heresy and the tragic flaws of the Primarchs to the ruthless tactics of Space Marine legions, the machinations of Chaos, and the lost histories of xenos empires, our channel is your ultimate guide to the Imperium of Man and beyond. Join a community of tabletop wargaming enthusiasts, lore seekers, and grimdark storytellers—because The Darkness Has a History.