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[Verse I] In the corpse-light of a dying creed, We slit the throats of faithless need. Black sermons drip from fractured tongues, In temples built from severed lungs. The Emperor’s lie rots in the dust, A hollow idol devoured by rust. Lorgar showed the wound beneath — A truth of teeth, a truth that eats. [Chorus] Hear the Gospel of Bleeding Stars — Where every prayer becomes a scar. Where gods awake in mortal screams, And prophets burn through fever dreams. Hear the Gospel carved in bone — A scripture writ on ash alone. Kneel and choke on holy fire… The Pantheon feeds on your desire. [Verse II] Anointed blood on daemon shrines, The warp seeps in through broken spines. Dark Apostles chant the rites That peel the skin from heathen knights. Colchis taught us how to pray — The gods taught us whom to flay. Faith is flesh and flesh is fate, And both belong to powers great. [Chorus] Hear the Gospel of Bleeding Stars — Let all who doubt be torn apart. Where horrors crawl from sacred ink, And sanity cracks on the brink. Hear the Gospel sworn in pain — A revelation wrought in chain. Our worship spreads like plague and fire… The Pantheon hungers. We Aspire. [Bridge] Blood for the scripture. Skin for the page. Screams for the choir. Faith for the cage. Let the veil split. Let the mind drain. Let holy terror Infect the sane. Open the gate, Let truth be known: Your soul is tithe. Your corpse — the throne. [Final Chorus] Hear the Gospel of Bleeding Stars — The universe we carve with scars. The warp resounds with Lorgar’s word, A sermon no one leaves unheard. Hear the Gospel of the End — Where gods consume, and mortals bend. The final hymn, the last empire: A galaxy drowned in holy fire.