Skulls for Your Throne - A Warhammer 40k Inspired Song

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The final installment of the girls/girlfriends of chaos. We have seen a breakup, rekindling lost love, and seduction, but our Khorne cultist is different.

She is obsessed and no one and nothing will stop her from getting what she wants. Even if it means treading the path of blood and skulls.

"Cursed Sounds from the Warp" is a collaborative project between myself and my friends to utilize "Abominable Intelligence" to develop funny/cursed concepts utilizing the Warhammer 40k lore. The song concepts are based on word play or exaggeration of faction traits to put together comedic and catchy songs of various styles.

Downloadable on SoundCloud:
https://soundcloud.com/puppet-spider

Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/artist/5MlG9IL96nYF58A8jsYu9D?si=HFeEKYxNSqycmAAujgV6_g

Available on streaming platforms on August 20th.

All tracks are DMCA free and can be used in videos or streams however you like. Credit would be appreciated.

[Lyrics]

You smiled at me
My heart stood still
A perfect light the dark can’t kill.
But then she touched your arm
So bold
And something snapped inside my soul.

I followed her
I watched her fall
A railing broke inside that hall.
They say it was a fault in steel
But I know what I made her feel.

Skulls for your throne,
I’ve given one
A gift before our love’s begun.
She’s gone
She’s starch
And none can see
The sharpened truth inside of me.

You looked so lost
You said her name.
But still your eyes are not the same.
You turned to me
My hands were red
With petals from the rose I bled.

He laughed with you
He dared to joke
So now I must make him croak.
A training “accident” they said
They never found his missing head.

Another girl brought you a drink
She fell so fast
She couldn't think.
No scream escaped
No struggle shown
Her skull now warms my bed alone

Skulls for your throne
I can’t resist
Each rival fades into the mist.
I swore to love
I swore to serve
And now I kill without reserve.

You never ask
You never know
How red the seeds of passion grow.
I smile
I wait
I plan
I burn
The more blood I spill
The more I yearn.

My heart beats like a war drum now
I wear His mark upon my brow.
Khorne knows the depth of what I feel
A love that kills
A love that’s real.

I see you flinch
You pull away
You’ve noticed how the others stray.
Each beating heart I tear apart
Is just my way to win your heart.

Skulls for your throne
My sacred rite
I bathe in red to hold you tight.
The blood I spill
The screams I hide
All just to keep you by my side.

No greater gift
No purer flame
Than slaying all who speak your name.
So let them beg and let them groan.
I’ll crown you king
Upon His throne.