I Saw The Everchosen Ride - An Archaon The Everchosen song

Owned by GW. [Verse I] We marched beneath the twin-tailed sky, With banners proud and blades held high, Sigmar’s name upon each breath— We did not fear the scent of death. The drums of war, the cannon’s cry, Our priests proclaimed no man would die, But faith is thin when shadows crawl… And something answered Chaos’ call. [Pre-Chorus] The wind went still, the crows took flight, The sun itself withdrew its light… [Chorus] I saw the Everchosen ride, Where gods and nightmares walk beside, Black steel crowned in burning flame— No mortal man should speak his name. We broke, we bled, we turned to dust— Our faith, our steel, reduced to rust… And I alone still draw breath on— I saw the doom… I saw Archaon. [Verse II] His steed was ruin given form, A beast that thundered like the storm, Three heads that roared in hateful glee— No place for hope, no place to flee. The knights of Reikland charged as one, Bright armor gleaming in the sun, But sunlight died upon his blade… And heroes fell like wheat unmade. [Pre-Chorus] Our Captain screamed, “Hold fast the line!” But courage snapped like rotten twine… [Chorus] I saw the Everchosen rise, Reflected in a thousand eyes, Each one frozen, wide with dread— Before they joined the countless dead. No prayer was heard, no god replied, As brothers fell on every side… And I alone still draw breath on— I saw the end… I saw Archaon. [Bridge] The ground was mud, the mud was red, The red was all the friends I’d bled, Their voices lost, their bodies torn— A thousand sons of Empire mourned. I cast my sword, I fled in shame, No glory left, no righteous flame, For what is man, what hope remains— When gods themselves are bound in chains? [Verse III] They call me coward, oathbreaker, A haunted wretch, a truth-forsaker, But I have seen what waits beyond— A crown of ruin set upon… A king of endings, fate undone, The chosen of the darkest one, No fortress stands, no army strong— Against a will that has no wrong. [Final Chorus] I saw the Everchosen reign, A harbinger of endless pain, No dawn will break, no light will grow— Where once his shadow falls below. So lock your gates and pray for dawn, But know your gods are deaf and gone… For I still live to carry on— The truth of death… the name: Archaon. [Outro] And when the horns of Chaos cry, Don’t ask the reason… don’t ask why… Just hold your loved ones, say farewell— For I have seen the gates of hell.