In the grim darkness of the future.
There is only gore.
Blood and death.
Crimson on the floor.
Thought they were ironclad.
But everything rusts in the end.
The impetus of broken fools.
Driving the stake deep.
I called you Sir, I called you Ma'am.
But none of you held my hand.
Only took what you could grasp and steal.
So it's to the gods I must kneel.
Slaanesh is with us.
