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Track: Warpstorm In My Command Throne Artist: GrimdarkTavern, jaxtorm & Barhound Album: Beyond heresy ================ I hope you enjoyed this bardic banger straight out of the Underhive. Scroll down for full lyrics. This song is a part of our parody-fueled musical saga through the grim darkness of the 41st millennium! If you enjoyed it, please like and share with your folks. Subscribe for more awesome songs:    / @barhoundofficial   ================= 🔥Follow the ale-driven journey of Guardsman Garrie here:    • Guardsman Garrie Songs   🔥Apple Music:   / barhound   🔥Ale Fund:   / barhound   (As an indie musician, I pay for production, publishing and distribution. It would be great if you can support.) ================= 🛑 Disclaimer: This song is a fan-made parody and not associated with Games Workshop. All Warhammer 40K references belong to their rightful owners. This content is for satirical and entertainment purposes only. ================= 📜 Full lyrics: I woke up in a soul-stone bed with incense in the air, Her psychic cat was judging me with an interstellar stare. She brewed me some “awakening tea,” whatever that may mean— And now my honor guard won’t look at me without a Lysithean screen. Now there’s a warpstorm in my command throne, Every time she sends a holo with her starmap tone. She says she’s “seen a future” where I call her mine alone— Emperor preserve me, I’m reviewing her xeno poem tone-by-tone. I told her we must slow it down, this can’t affect the war, She smiled and said, “Too late for that,” then phase-shifted through the floor. She left behind a crystal shaped suspiciously like lips, And now my medicae are baffled by these glowing fingertip scrips. There's a warpstorm in my command throne, She carved “Robbie dear” into my strategem stone. I once gave rousing speeches; now I mumble, dry of tone, And the last time I said “compliance,” it came out as a moan. She sends me gifts from other Craftworlds — they're always oddly shaped, A memory gem of what she thinks I looked like when I gaped. I tried to file a requisition just to get my bearings straight— The Administratum sent back: “Bro. We heard. It’s too late.” ‘Cause there’s a warpstorm in my command throne, She’s tagged my battle barge with psychic pheromone. My honor guard won’t guard me if I holo her alone, And my purity seal keeps curling at her tone. The Space Wolves laughed until they cried and called me “Lord of Lace,” The Salamanders offered candles “just in case.” The Custodes staged an intervention mid-briefing with a frown— But half of them took notes when I described her psychic gown. There's a warpstorm in my command throne, Even Mars says “keep it quiet” over Vox-drone. The Ecclesiarch just weeps and whispers “He's full-grown…” And my Vox logs now include three hours of tone. So if you lead a battlefleet and seek strategic bliss, Avoid the sort of envoy who can end a war with kiss. I came to broker ceasefire with noble, chaste intent— But let’s just say my Codex got… spiritually bent. There’s a warpstorm in my command throne, And I keep calling it in dreams when I’m alone. She says I’m “transcendent”—I say “keep that off the Throne,” But I’d dock again, stars be damned, and call that zone… my own. #warhammer40k #wh40k #tavernmusic #darktide #spacemarine2 #epicmusic ================= 🛑AI Disclosure: Some elements of this track were enhanced using AI. Vocals and instruments are AI-assisted. My natural voice is smoother, and I primarily play acoustic rhythm and percussive guitar. The final mix includes AI-generated enhancements and additional instrumentation. Lyrics are written by me. I occasionally use ChatGPT for editing, proofing or rhyming help.