It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries The Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day, so that he may never truly die. Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse. To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, the laughter of thirsting gods, and this song plays in every single elevator.
ATTENTION CITIZEN. Multiple third-party individuals have reported one or more of your recent actions as being inappropriate. Once a citizen is notified in such a manner, said citizen is reviewed by members of the Adeptus Arbites in accordance to the Book of Judgement. Upon review, we have determined that the following actions are in violation with the Book of Judgement: Not praising the wonderful glory of my legs. Your imperial right of existence has received one judgement, which will expire upon your deathbed. Additional violation may result in disabling of your legs or the permanent termination of your life. Please not that killing yourself will not resolve the judgement on your existence, as you will be reassembled as a semi-sentient servitor until your tithe has been paid to the Imperium. If you wish to form an appeal to the Adeptus Arbites as to counter-act your judgement, please inform us as to why you believe the judgement to be wrongful in 20 words or less.
Almost two years later, and I find myself here from a re-watch. The Vox-Golem was truly an implement of torture for out intrepid band of chuckle-fucks.
I am amused at the thoughts going through whoever posted this at the current spike in views and the apparently random comments that have nothing to do with music. and to that i say, welcome to the internet.
3 years later and still all of the top comments are about Warhams. This is why this song will survive until 41st millennium. We will ensure the memes preserve it
At first I thought, this doesn't sound too bad, but then it was just continuing and I thought my soul started to shatter. I can understand now why this is Earendil's personal Hatesong.
And somehow in the 41st Millennium it is the one of the few vestiges of our current culture left to humanity, truly no other piece of art could have been more worthy to survive such a time
I remember this song being on a tape that I had and my grandmother (who grew up in the 30s-40s) was amazed at it, and loved that a modern song sounded like the songs from her youth.
Was on a nightclub boat in Newcastle in the UK dancing with my mates on a revolving dance floor with hotpants a leather waistcoat and platform black suede heels on. Haha cant believe I didn't break my neck lol
Necks are easy to break, have you ever considered replacing any of your feeble flesh with sacred iron and machinery? Not only would you not have to worry about damaging your person anymore, but you get to become one with the Omnisiah! Truly there couldn't be Anything better than that
