PRAISE BE! Space King - War World | EPIC Power Metal Anthem

Praised be to Space King! EPIC Power Metal song about the War World from Space King's latest episode. Enjoy 😁 #spaceking #epicmusic #grimdark #metal #berserkerbattleanthems #metal #warhammermusic #powermetal #warhammer40k #praisebetospaceking "With their many eyes, they shall weep; with their many limbs, they will crawl; in their many tongues, they shall plead; in their many forms, they will fall — so sayeth Space King." -- Hatemonger Bryce vs Terry | Rap Metal song was created by AI with Claude (Lyrics), Suno (Song) and Midjourney (Art) as an unoffical fan song for Space King! Hope you like it 😁 Youtube 👇🏻😁 ‪@BerserkerBattleAnthems‬ ‪@BerserkerMultiverseAnthems‬ [Intro] Globulus... Maximus... Ora pro machina... Sanctum Globulari... Ad bellum... ad bellum... Praise be... to Space King... [Spoken] Alright. Eyes on me. I don't care which legion spat you out. Behind you rides the holiest cargo in the Kingdom. Out there waits a planet that has never known one single day of peace. Fuel is low. Ammo is low. Morale is irrelevant. But we have prayer. And prayer... is enough. OPEN. THE. GATES! We make for the surface. Resources are stretched. Trust in your rifle. If you do not have a rifle, then trust in your sacred rocks. Trust in your prayer of protection. And if the enemy eats you... MAKE HIM CHOKE! [Verse 1] Torn from our bunks with a holy alarm, Strapped into steel with a gun on each arm! Red desert burning as far as we see, The happiest place that a planet can be! Craters and corpses, a beautiful view, Chestnut is dreaming of medals anew! Chained to the carriage, the cargo of grace — Two giant Globules, they stare into space! [Chorus] WAR WORLD! (WAR WORLD!) Where the red sands never rest! WAR WORLD! (WAR WORLD!) The happiest planet, blessed above the rest! Full steam on faith and holy rage, We ride the rails into the age — ALL ABOARD FOR WAR WORLD! PRAISE BE TO SPACE KING! [Verse 2] Space Hogs are charging, they hunger for meat, Our holy cargo looks good enough to eat! Relic flame pistol — the scripture is clear: Fire is the answer to all that is here! A sword flung like thunder, a kill for the books, He turns for applause... but nobody looks! "Did ANYONE see that?!" the captain cries — The War Train keeps rolling, the glory still flies! [Chorus] WAR WORLD! (WAR WORLD!) Where the red sands never rest! WAR WORLD! (WAR WORLD!) The happiest planet, blessed above the rest! Full steam on faith and holy rage, We ride the rails into the age — ALL ABOARD FOR WAR WORLD! PRAISE BE TO SPACE KING! [Interlude] Oleum sanctum... anoint the Globules... Oleum sanctum... the Globules love the oil... No fuel remaining... so pray a little harder... Ora... ora... ORA... PRAISE BE! [Verse 3] Out of the dust comes a hog wrapped in steel, GRIMBOAR the Butcher with a flag so unreal! A banner so foul that it can't be described, An insult to Space King that cannot be survived! Chip leaps the carriages, blade in his fist, The hog at the throttle gets struck from the list! And Hatemonger rises, the Mace in his hand... ...now hear him preach to this godless land... [Bridge] Swine! You stand before the cargo of a god! You hoist your filthy rag over His holy desert! You think you are hungry? I am HUNGRIER! Hungry for justice! Hungry for purity! Hungry for the day the last alien takes its last breath! This Mace was forged in hatred, Cooled in hatred, And blessed... in even MORE hatred! [voice gets deeper and more manecing] With their many eyes, they shall weep. With their many limbs, they will crawl. In their many tongues, they shall plead. In their many forms, they will fall. So sayeth SPACE KING. [Chorus] WAR WORLD! (WAR WORLD!) Where the red sands never rest! WAR WORLD! (WAR WORLD!) The happiest planet, blessed above the rest! Full steam on faith and holy rage, We ride the rails into the age — ALL ABOARD FOR WAR WORLD! PRAISE BE TO SPACE KING! [Final Chorus] RISE, MAXIMUS! (RISE, MAXIMUS!) Born of Globules, forged in prayer! RISE, MAXIMUS! (RISE, MAXIMUS!) Titans tremble — he's standing there! The temple walls come crashing flat, The priests beneath... they'd wanted that! WAR WORLD IS OURS! (WAR WORLD!) FOREVER AND EVER — ONE STEP AND ONE ROAR AND THAT IS THE END OF THE ENDLESS WAR! PRAISE BE TO SPACE KIIIING! ...wait. Then what do we do now? [Outro] Globulus... Maximus... Ad bellum... ad bellum... ...I'm not crying. It's the sacred oil. I got a medal... Not bad, livestock. [Spoken - Chestnut] ...weren't you dead?