And is so, after the Emperor called his sons to a "Family Sing Along" each one of them swore loyalty once again and put away their differences and brough a new Golde Age for humanity.
"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."
![Two Steps From Hell - 25 Tracks Best of All Time | Most Powerful Epic Music Mix [Part 1]](http://i.ytimg.com/vi/9O4_awEHh1g/mqdefault.jpg)
When the imperium invades and conquers the entire star wars galaxy during the clone wars
I hear this and all I can think of What if the Emperor had a Text-to-Speech device... Still a great piece though.
And is so, after the Emperor called his sons to a "Family Sing Along" each one of them swore loyalty once again and put away their differences and brough a new Golde Age for humanity.
whoa whoa whoa there! Our Emperor is a God.....not miracle worker! There's a difference!
"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."
Pin this comment fren
IMPERIUM INVICTUS! GLORIA DEUS IMPERATOR!
FOR THE EMPEROR!!
人類為帝皇而戰
帝皇為人類而戰
萬歲勝利全人類之不朽神皇
Un fan de warhammer de origen chino
:o
L'Empereur protège ! / The Emperor Protect !
Phenomenal
if they are agressive we need to be 100 times more agressive
I remmember this differently... wheres the guy with a saxophone
he mentioned something about the band being "in chaos" so Inquisition.....well........can't take chances, right?
Hard to hear the actual singing, but amazing music!