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Archaon The Everchosen - A Warhammer Song | Warhammer Fantasy | Warhammer Age of Sigmar

#warhammer #warhammerfantasy #ageofsigmar #aos #warhammermusic #aimusic #archaon Lyrics: Born of shadow, pain, and chaos flame, A child of night, cursed without a name, Be’lakor’s wrath in a woman's womb, A mother's tears, a child's doom. The first prince whispered, cold and near, But the heart of man would not yet hear. A knight would rise from broken fate, To seek the truth, but find only hate. Archaon rides, with the storm at his side, No god above, no light to guide. He’ll tear the heavens, burn the world, As Chaos reigns, its banners unfurled. The Everchosen, death’s dark call, The end of men, the end of all. As Diederick, pure and proud, he stood, A templar sworn, a knight of good. He begged of Sigmar, give me a sign, But silence echoed, curse the divine. No god of men, no god of flame, He cast away their hollow name. In shadow born, in darkness crowned, The gods of Chaos, he would bring down. Archaon rides, with the storm at his side, No god above, no light to guide. He’ll tear the heavens, burn the world, As Chaos reigns, its banners unfurled. The Everchosen, death’s dark call, The end of men, the end of all. The Six Treasures, forged in sin, The Crown of Domination he would win, The Armor of Morkar, forged in hate, The Slayer of Kings, the key to fate. The Eye of Sheerian, all will see, The Mark of Chaos, his destiny. With Dorghar his steed, he took his stand, To burn the gods and end the land. In the End Times, when hope was lost, The world in flame, at endless cost, He raised his sword, the earth did rend, The realms of men met their end. But from the ash, a new age came, The Age of Myth, the gods reclaimed. Yet still he rides, in Chaos’ tide, In the Age of Chaos, no place to hide. Archaon rides, with the storm at his side, No god above, no light to guide. He’ll tear the heavens, burn the world, As Chaos reigns, its banners unfurled. The Everchosen, death’s dark call, The end of worlds, the end of all. He is the harbinger, the doom foretold, The Three-Eyed King, fierce and bold. Worlds in ruin, kingdoms fall, Archaon stands, the end of all.