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The Emperor Guides Our Mortal Hand - A Song from Amarah AKA Krieg vs Necrons |

Because a Kriegsman desires only the Emperor’s Peace, not to be annihilated by some ancient and metallic Death posers. Artwork by Rian Macanip Link to his ArtStation: https://www.artstation.com/waruhameru... If you’d like to treat me to an Amasec or become a Support Marine, here’s the link to my Ko-fi! https://ko-fi.com/dragorolelifeproject This video features original music and vocals 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: In the Emperor's name, we march into oblivion. For His light, our lives are but dust. The air is thick with smoke and decay, Metallic whispers of foes long delayed. On Amarah’s fields, where the dead won’t sleep, We hold the line; our oath runs deep. No fear in our eyes, no faltering tread, Each step, a prayer, each breath for the dead. Steel meets steel, our will undented, For the Emperor’s glory, unrelented. Bring forth the storm, let terror roar, Our faith endures through endless war. No xenos tide shall break this stand, The Emperor guides our mortal hand. Their legions rise with voiceless dread, Cold eyes alight in hues of dead. Their silence cuts, their weapons tear, But faith is stronger than despair. Our lasguns hum, their fury bites, The dark resists our searing lights. We carve the ground, we stake our claim, For Krieg, for Him, in deathless fame. What is a name but dust and air? A fleeting echo, a fleeting prayer. Yet through the storm, our deeds will glow, In endless nights, where none may know. Is this the fate we’ve always sought? To die, unseen, but never fought? No grave too shallow, no line too thin, For Krieg, we hold, and death begins. Bring forth the storm, let terror roar, Our faith endures through endless war. No xenos tide shall break this stand, The Emperor guides our mortal hand.

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