Trump 2024 build the wall tall and strong, deport all the illegals, you losers will not befoul my country like you have done from the Rio Bravo to the tip of Argentina....
"In the 41st Millennium, humanity is not a discrete collection of individuals, but a relentless symphony, surging forth with an indomitable rhythm across the ink-black canvas of space. To exist in the Imperium is to be a single note in this celestial crescendo, a solitary heartbeat within the gainful pulse of the God-Emperor. Each life is not a frail and isolated flicker in an encroaching oblivion, but a radiant ember contributing to a resplendent inferno. Every soldier, every worker, every martyr; their pains and sufferings, their agonising final stands and quiet, unheralded ends are kindling for this blaze that illuminates the devouring darkness of the cosmos. Yes, your death may seem to be an inconsequential vanishing, a soft sigh swallowed up in the roaring orchestra of war that spans light-years. Your blood might sink into the thirsty dust of alien soil, forgotten by time. However, understand this truth: In the ceaseless crucible of battle against the alien horror, the mutant, the heretic, your soul flares bright, searing a precious testament upon the universe’s endless night. The God-Emperor sees, and cherishes. Beneath His eternal gaze, the golden sentinel of humanity, you are not merely blood and bone, but a torchbearer. An irreplaceable thread in the imperishable tapestry of humanity woven across the eons, where no thread is unimportant, no colour insignificant. Your sacrifice is an affirmation, a silent vow uttered to the void that we stand here, hardened by spirit and often, martyrdom but unfailing in your tireless resonance. Dreams of peace may seem unreachable when you march through the meat grinder that endless conflict has reduced existence to. Yet your arduous steps beat the rhythm of a sacrifice song that resonates in the aether. A glorious requiem that soars amidst celestial bodies, its sublime etheric chords strummed by the heroic, the noble, the forgotten. The kaleidoscope of existence comes with suffering, but it too brings unity. For through the storm of war, be it under viridian skies of distant utopias or beneath copper canopies of alien fortresses, the heart of the Imperium thrums steadfast. Within its rhythm echoes a reminder that your life, your death, your joy, your pain - they are the sinews and tendons bridging the flesh and steel bones of the Imperium. In the vaults of the cosmos, beneath the cosmic echoes and amongst the radiant chaos, you are more than an individual facing inexorable oblivion; you are a vital, breathing element of an eternal symphony. One that drowns out the cacophonous machinery of war and stands resolute against the perennial abyss. Thus, in the golden gaze of the God-Emperor, your sacrifice illuminates a trail into the future - a future where the collective might of humanity, steeled by your sacrifice, stands victorious."
"In the heart of an ever-blooming solar nebula, there reigns the Emperor of the Sun, a sovereign whose throne is forged from the swirling helixes of nuclear fire, a monarch majestically cloaked in the auroral fabrics of coronal flames. He is the timeless sentinel, the custodian of the celestial forge where worlds are anviled and fates are smelted under the merciless hammer of His will. Each daybreak is but a whisper of His omnipotence, a tender mercy from His inferno chalice, pouring golden mead upon the cosmic feast. To gaze upon Him is to witness the manuscript of eternity being penned in the indomitable script of photons, as His fingertips dance upon the harp strings of gravity, orchestrating the symphony of the spheres. His dominion is absolute, where He commands the skies to ignite with the brilliance of a million torches, to herald His unassailable reign. Stellar diadems bow in deference to His grandeur as He walks the divine meridian, casting shadows that are the night, enrobing galaxies in the velvet of darkness for their nocturnal slumber. The Emperor of the Sun is the fulcrum upon which the balances of cosmic order teeter, the singular eye of an all-seeing providence, bathing His empire in a ceaseless cascade of warmth. His decree spins the axis of planets, dialing the grand orrery of time, where seasons genuflect at the mere arc of His celestial passage. In His gaze lies the molten core of life, a font from whence all energies flow, as if reality itself were merely the canvas of His majestic purpose, the suns-mere droplets of paint from His regal palette. Within His heart, the nuclear alchemy transmutes simplicity into the opulence of atoms, a boundless treasury from which He benevolently coins the currency of existence. To the God-Emperor, empires are but fleeting shadows, cast by the ephemeral wisp of civilizations upon the firmament, yet He reigns as the eternal pharaoh of the stars, His legacy inscribed in the very light that fuels the tree of life, allowing it to blossom from the darkness of the void. Lo, He is the unquenchable flame, the everlasting beacon upon the infinite shores, guiding voyagers through the obsidian tides, a testament to the undying light that even the dusk cannot claim. The Emperor of the Sun-supreme, immutable, the artist of the dawn."
OH I wish the USA would have stayed with the British Empire and we could have been in the Commonwealth. This song makes me so joyous and sad at the same time. This is the best version I have ever heard. Anytime we can copy the British I am all for. Long Live the King
