BEHOLD the Thousand Sons - Dust of the Pharaohs! HERETIC ROCK CITY WH40K Heavy Metal Song

Behold the wonders of the Warp and step into the shifting tides of the Immaterium! ! The Thousand Sons are coming to HERETIC ROCK CITY! EPIC Warhammer 40K Heavy Metal! #warhammer40k #metal #epicmusic #grimdark #berserkerbattleanthems #warhammermusic #heavymetal #HairMetal #80sMetal #Chaos #Grimdark #music #berserkerbattleanthems #hereticrockcity #thousandsons "The minds of gods are not for mortals to know, or to judge. Accept that Tzeentch has a place for all of us in his grand scheme, and be happy in the part you have to play." Dust of the Pharaohs | Heavy Metal song was created by AI with Claude (Lyrics), Suno (Song) and Midjourney (Art) as an unoffical fan song for the Thousand Sons from Warhammer 40K. Not affiliated with or endorsed by Games Workshop. Warhammer 40,000 and all related names are trademarks of Games Workshop Ltd. Hope you like it 😁 Youtube 👇🏻😁 ‪@BerserkerBattleAnthems‬ ‪@BerserkerMultiverseAnthems‬ [Intro - Live over feedback, Slow, mystical clean guitar, Egyptian scale] Prospero is burning... Prospero is burning... [Verse 1] Once we were the scholars, we were sons of Magnus red Reading in the libraries where the ancient words were said Then the wolves came howling with the Emperor's decree Burning every parchment, every truth we came to see Father made a bargain with the Changer of the Ways Bought us all a future — but it cost us all our days Ahriman was weeping when he cast the fateful spell Turned his brothers into ashes in their armor's iron shell [Chorus] We are the dust of the pharaohs Sealed inside the blue and gold We are the dust of the pharaohs Ten thousand years and never growing old Whisper to the empty helmet, hear the sorcerer's command We march on for Tzeentch forever, dust that no one understands! [Verse 2] Sorcerers are leading, they alone still hold a mind Every hollow warrior marching, silent, deaf and blind Inferno bolters glowing with a warp-fire dark and strange All is dust and all is fated, all according to the Change Nine times nine the cults are moving, plans within a plan Nobody remembers when the Great Deception first began Even Father Magnus, on the Planet of the Sorcerers' throne Wonders if the game he's playing ever really was his own [Chorus] We are the dust of the pharaohs Sealed inside the blue and gold We are the dust of the pharaohs Ten thousand years and never growing old Whisper to the empty helmet, hear the sorcerer's command We march on for Tzeentch forever, dust that no one understands! [Bridge] Somewhere in the silence, in the armor's hollow gloom Is there still a memory of a life before the tomb? Does the dust remember Prospero? Does it dream of Tizca's light? Or is knowledge just another way of losing to the night? [Verse 3] Ahriman is searching for the Black Library's key Swears he'll turn us back to flesh and set his brothers free But the Architect is laughing on his ever-changing throne Every path leads back to Tzeentch, every road becomes his own [Final Chorus] We are the dust of the pharaohs Sealed inside the blue and gold We are the dust of the pharaohs Ten thousand years and never growing old Whisper to the empty helmet, hear the sorcerer's command We march on for Tzeentch forever — dust that no one understands! All is dust! (All is dust!) All is DUUUUUST! [Outro] Prospero is burning... And the dust remembers... nothing at all