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Eighteen Tons: A Taurox Tribute

What better genre to profess a man's love for his big lifted truck? This video features original music, vocals, and visuals created with AI tools, inspired by the Warhammer 40,000 universe. Any references to factions, characters, or locations are made for creative purposes only and are not intended to infringe on any copyrights or trademarks. Warhammer, Warhammer 40,000, and related terms are trademarks of Games Workshop. This video is fan-made and is not endorsed by, affiliated with, or authorized by Games Workshop. Lyrics, post-editing, and supervision by Imperial Guard Sounds. Audio production by Suno. Lyrics: [Verse 1] On the battlefield at the break of dawn, We roll where the traitors roam. Mud and dust kicking up behind, But in here, it feels like home. The autocannons beat a tune Through the fog and through the haze, But this ol’ Taurox has seen me through The bloodiest of days. [Chorus] She's eighteen tons of plasteel fun, She's a thundering mean machine! Laying down track with the troops in back She's as pretty as she can be! Well I've driven walkers, and I've driven tanks, And Chimera APCs, But I praise the Emperor and give him thanks For the Taurox that he sent me! [Verse 2] We've rolled through swamps and shattered towns Where xenos sneak and hide But there ain't one time they've slowed us down Or stopped our wild ride! When trouble strikes and plasma roars, I know just what to do I push that pedal to the floor, And my Taurox sees me through! [Chorus] She's eighteen tons of plasteel fun, She's a thundering mean machine! Laying down track with the troops in back She's as pretty as she can be! Well, I've driven walkers, and I've driven tanks, And Chimera APCs, But I praise the Emperor and give him thanks For the Taurox that he sent me! [Guitar and fiddle solo] [Verse 3] Hauling troops or guns, or promethium, We’ve travelled far and near. She’s run me out to the front and back, And she's never spilled my beer. When darkness falls and the Emperor calls, The enemies beware. ‘Cause this can of whoopass is bearing down On their ranks without a care! [Final Chorus] She's eighteen tons of plasteel fun, She's a thundering mean machine! Laying down track with the troops in back, She's as mighty as she is lean! Well, I've driven walkers and I've driven tanks, But when I'm on my knees, I praise the Emperor and I give Him thanks For the Taurox that carries me!