Khorne
Ultra Nightmare
3:25Born from the flames of Strife Risen by the sacred imperator Power, of a ruinous nature Rips him from the grasp of the Emperor In blood he bathed At the perilous steps of Baal A Father seeks his Son At Angel's Fall he finds his seed Of perfect form and mind His son bearing Angelic wings divine Hear, the words of Emperor's Son The Chosen 9th The Brightest One Sanguinius His words had moved The tribes of Man Sparking fervor In the Legion of the Blood But in the depths Dwells the toxic Chaos touch Within the Son Lies the thirst for blood Like any crave needing satiation How unholy of divine Now your soul forever burns The Brightest One at rest Sanguinius Bow, your head in reverence Chosen Son of God Emperor's Kin Sanguinius We kneel for our loss We bow for our King