Emperor Don’t Hear Me No More

Verse 1 I been walkin’ through ash where the sun won’t rise, City’s gone silent, only crows in the skies. Boots full of mud, lungs full of w*r, Ain’t no glory left, just the debts we owe. They said His light would guide the way, But it flickered out somewhere back in the day. Now I stare at that gilded throne on high, Wonderin’ if He forgot why we die. Chorus Oh, Emperor… don’t hear me no more, I prayed through the bolter’s roar. My lasgun’s hummin’, my heart is sore, And I can’t tell what I’m fightin’ for. Verse 2 Sergeant’s voice still haunts my dreams, “Hold the line, son, by any means.” But the line broke down in a storm of flame, And no one remembers their names. I found a lho-stick on the ground that day, Lit it with fire from a tank’s decay. Smelled like victory, tasted like sin, Guess that’s how every w*r begins. Chorus Oh, Emperor… don’t hear me no more, I knelt till my knees were sore. If faith’s a weapon, mine’s gone dull, Rust on the edge, b***d in the soul. Verse 3 The preacher said pain is holy truth, But I seen pain eat the young like youth. Mechanicus chant their iron prayer, But the Omnissiah ain’t ever been there. Chimera tracks still scrape the ground, Carryin’ ghosts that don’t make a sound. And I hum an old Terra tune, To d***n out the screams beneath this moon. Bridge They say the Emperor sees all we do, But I think He’s blind like me and you. The vox crackles out another hymn, But the melody’s hollow and thin. So I drink from my canteen of doubt, Till the stars themselves flicker out. Verse 4 If I make it home, I’ll plant my g*n, In that red dirt under no sun. Build a marker for all I’ve seen, Name it “Faith of the Damned Marines.” ‘Cause out here hope’s a rations tin, You shake it, but nothin’s left within. Still I whisper through the endless w*r, “Emperor, remember what we’re dyin’ for.” Final Chorus / Outro Oh, Emperor… don’t hear me no more, Your silence cuts deeper than w*r. If You’re up there, behind that door, Send a light to the lost and the poor. Till then I’ll march through the smoke and g**e, Singin’ this blues from the Vorsk front floor. (fade with slow guitar bends and distant battlefield thunder)