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Nine Lives on the Front Lines - Warhammer 40k ABHUMANS Inspired Song

Exploring Warhammer 40k Abhumans was a wild ride, there's not a ton of info for many, but still enough to explore at least 9 different kinds of strange. 🤖 Find My Music: https://ffm.bio/endlesstaverns Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/0KCDcs... Help me keep the Endless Tavern running! https://ko-fi.com/endlesstaverns #warhammer #warhammer40k #warhammermusic Lyrics: Gather round, guardsmen, these are nine lives on the front lines Imperium calls'em mutants, but we all bleed for Him just fine From every corner of the galaxy, outcasts one and all When the Emperor needs soldiers, these abhumans heed the call! Felinids stalk on silent paws with eyes like twin las-beams They'll slit a throat before you know, was it all just a dream? Longshanks too tall for trenches, easy marks they said But those long legs outran the swarm, and kept our supply lines fed Navigators with third eyes unveiled, their minds completely bent They guide us through the Warp until their sanity is spent Ooo Ogryns, mama knows they can hold the line alone Can't spell the Emperor's name, but still he'll die to guard His throne Oooh, nine lives on the front lines, standin' side by side Mutant blood and twisted genes, but they fight with loyal pride So when you see them, guardsmen, don't you turn away For in His name, they might die today Beastmen smell tha warp-taint stench, the reek of rotten prayer they'll charge straight through hell without a thought to cleanse the demon's lair Afriel Strain with perfect genes, cloned from heroes past Their skill's unmatched, their aim is true, but good luck never lasts Ratlings nicked my rations clean and drank the Captain's gin But bless those little runts, that last shot blew out ten shins Nightsiders pale as bleached bone with eyes like pools of ink They spot an ambush ahead before you can even blink and Gland Warriors ain't really troops, but weapons made of meat But when you need a bloodbath, son, they simply can't be beat So when you see them, guardsmen, painting trenches red Remember, in His name, they're already dead Nine different kinds of broken, nine different kinds of strange But when the enemy comes marchin', they're standin' in our range! Guardsmen, are you ready! Keep your las-gun steady! and Glory for the first man to die! Glory for the first man to die! Glory for the first man to die! Glory for the first man to die! Glory for the first man to die! Human-made // AI Assisted (Suno, Midjourney, Claude) Endless Taverns is an independent content creator and is not affiliated with, endorsed by, or connected to Games Workshop in any way.