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Conditioned since birth to worship the machine

Engineered apocalypse in tide of toxic green

No forethought, no remorse, laughing as

We crush the grotling filth beneath our boots

A fate that surely shan't await ourselves

Hold vulnerability beneath contempt

No vestige of humanity remains

Only the the faculty to calculate

Hold vulnerability beneath contempt

No vestige of humanity remains

Screaming over the hill!

Gork has blessed this campaign

Raise the banner crimson

Instilling unholy speed

Mork has blessed this warband

And the meek shall bow to the

Strength and certainty of steel

Rending the flesh from their bones!

Hordes of greenskins march

Walls of greenbacks blast

Bleed the green of imperial treasure

Bloodsport, apotheosis of art

The ultimate trade waiting out in the dark

For the ultimate practitioner

From the place where hopelessness springs eternal

I see only the tides of war

Without end!

40,000 years of capitalism has rendered me Into a fungus