War of Dawn of War of Dawn - Dan Bull, Nick J Henderson

Blood ravens here again, aim: secure the spear of Khaine

And kill assailants making spurious claims against the realest reign

They came in vein in chase of fame, now they’re facing steel in rain clouds

So they doubtless feel the strain when they hear our name

No fear of pain, the only fear we claim’s the fear of shame

Of breaking the sacred and ancient consecration we’re obeying

Should you see us kneeling it’s merely because we feel like praying

Been trained to persevere, even when severely maimed

Bones disappear to bits of meal, betwixt gear and chain

If you’re bleeding out we’ll sear the vein with healing flame

And if you’re still laying the you will forever here remain

But if your zeal attained us valour, you were not killed in vain

In the dawn of war we fight hordes of Orks

Born to die, that’s why we’re brought here, all

In the dawn of war we fight Eldar forces

Forfeit life and all the glory’s yours

I’m torn straight from the pages of white dwarfs

You can call me racist but I just don’t like Orks

It’s a hatred formed inside, I’m born to die for

It’s the way that I was brought, don’t call it my fault

Nor is it the fault of a soldier that’s brought the Cyprus Ultima

Excited as I’d be to cypher with cypress hill, Tolkien and Marshall

Multiple times while I’m holding the giant warhammer, striking a Dulcimer

Salting the earth, halting the rule of an adulterous sultanate

And what’s the result of it?

I’m the holder of dark knowledge

Devoted to pass on the culture like Marc Collins

Barbarous?

Far from it, I’m rather more like a barber is

'Cause I chop pieces of people off for a living and find it marvelous

In the dawn of war we fight hordes of Orks

Born to die, that’s why we’re brought here, all

In the dawn of war we fight Eldar forces

Forfeit life and all the glory’s yours

I navigate my way across the blood river

The thick hot ichor hits like a shot of good liquor

Invigorated, digging craters with the God Splitter

In a baptism of Viscera, what an odd vicar

So stop chitter chattering, there isn’t a sod sicker

Dropping cadavers like a chav’d drop litter

Now let me tell any Ork gang if you thought Dan would allow you

To walk on his back like a doormat then you’re attacking a straw man

Stroll in under the fold of a torn banner, holding a warhammer

While I’m picking all manner of holes in your grammar

You’re soaking your pants like a bloke with an overly full bladder

What’s that in your ballsac?

Fuck all, twat, oh snap

In the dawn of war we fight hordes of Orks

Born to die, that’s why we’re brought here, all

In the dawn of war we fight Eldar forces

Forfeit life and all the glory’s yours

It’s hardly difficult for the brain to pick up is it

Maybe you’ll get it when the angel Gabriel pays you a visit

It’s hardly difficult for the brain to pick up is it

Maybe you’ll get it when the angel Gabriel pays you a visit