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Skulls for Your Throne - A Warhammer 40k Inspired Song

The final installment of the girls/girlfriends of chaos. We have seen a breakup, rekindling lost love, and seduction, but our Khorne cultist is different. She is obsessed and no one and nothing will stop her from getting what she wants. Even if it means treading the path of blood and skulls. "Cursed Sounds from the Warp" is a collaborative project between myself and my friends to utilize "Abominable Intelligence" to develop funny/cursed concepts utilizing the Warhammer 40k lore. The song concepts are based on word play or exaggeration of faction traits to put together comedic and catchy songs of various styles. Downloadable on SoundCloud:   / puppet-spider   Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/5MlG9... Available on streaming platforms on August 20th. All tracks are DMCA free and can be used in videos or streams however you like. Credit would be appreciated. [Lyrics] You smiled at me My heart stood still A perfect light the dark can’t kill. But then she touched your arm So bold And something snapped inside my soul. I followed her I watched her fall A railing broke inside that hall. They say it was a fault in steel But I know what I made her feel. Skulls for your throne, I’ve given one A gift before our love’s begun. She’s gone She’s starch And none can see The sharpened truth inside of me. You looked so lost You said her name. But still your eyes are not the same. You turned to me My hands were red With petals from the rose I bled. He laughed with you He dared to joke So now I must make him croak. A training “accident” they said They never found his missing head. Another girl brought you a drink She fell so fast She couldn't think. No scream escaped No struggle shown Her skull now warms my bed alone Skulls for your throne I can’t resist Each rival fades into the mist. I swore to love I swore to serve And now I kill without reserve. You never ask You never know How red the seeds of passion grow. I smile I wait I plan I burn The more blood I spill The more I yearn. My heart beats like a war drum now I wear His mark upon my brow. Khorne knows the depth of what I feel A love that kills A love that’s real. I see you flinch You pull away You’ve noticed how the others stray. Each beating heart I tear apart Is just my way to win your heart. Skulls for your throne My sacred rite I bathe in red to hold you tight. The blood I spill The screams I hide All just to keep you by my side. No greater gift No purer flame Than slaying all who speak your name. So let them beg and let them groan. I’ll crown you king Upon His throne.