Outrun the Throne 🚀 | Death to the False Emperor | Warhammer 40K Chaos Metal

“Outrun the Throne” — DEATH TO THE FALSE EMPEROR Warhammer 40K Chaos Metal Eleven signatures. One stolen ship. An Imperial fleet on their tail. Wanted for the songs they played, Death to the False Emperor tear through the void with burning engines and overloaded speakers. The hunters demand submission. The band gives them a melody their own crews can’t stop singing. Crushing riffs, racing dark synths, robotic vocal cuts, angelic harmonies, and flamboyant glam-metal vocals collide in a high-speed escape. Based on my painted custom miniature conversions and homebrew lore. LYRICS: Cut the tether! Burn the docking lights! They stamped our names on a warrant tonight. Eleven signatures, one stolen ship— Your sacred borders can suck our dick! The gun decks wake and the engines bite, Gold-painted hunters in formation flight. They want our heads for the songs we played— Put that fucking invoice on the stage! Pur-pur-pursuit authorized. Vessel identified. Submission— DENIED. Every channel carries our crime! Every engine keeps our time! They brought their sermons, we brought the spark— Noctis, paint some teeth on the dark! OUTRUN THE THRONE! MAKE THE FUCKING VOID IGNITE! With the sentence on our shoulders And the speakers burning bright! OUTRUN THE THRONE! LET THEIR SEARCHLIGHTS FIND THE SMOKE! We’re a riot in their heavens— We’re the promise that they broke! Follow the sound beyond the light. Their captain swears he’ll bring us home. Home was a cell beneath a gilded dome. Home was a name they could cross from a list— I left my fucking gratitude clenched in a fist! Now Grave Sludge shakes the navigation glass, Blastbeat pounds while the cruisers pass. Geargrinder grins at the pressure gauge: “Give me more load. Let me earn my wage.” Intercept. Inter-intercept. Target lock— BREAK THE LOCK. A warning shot across our bow? You should have fucking killed us by now! We leave a melody inside your teeth— Try praying with that underneath! OUTRUN THE THRONE! MAKE THE FUCKING VOID IGNITE! With the sentence on our shoulders And the speakers burning bright! OUTRUN THE THRONE! LET THEIR SEARCHLIGHTS FIND THE SMOKE! We’re a riot in their heavens— We’re the promise that they broke! Darling, what a glamorous pursuit! All those guns and such a dreadful suit. Keep your medals, keep your solemn pose— Watch me disappear where the purple fire goes! EAT OUR FUCKING EXHAUST! You heard us through your helmet, You carried us to bed. Now every hymn you cling to Has our harmony instead. Your hands remain upon the guns. Your mouth already knows the song. Unauthorized melody. Crew contamination. Repeat— REPEAT. TURN THIS FUCKING CHASE INTO A RIOT! No room to kneel! No time to bless! Their perfect line Is a fucking mess! We swing through wreckage, scrape the paint, Leave our laughter where they kept a saint. Your firing solution missed the beat— We’ve got eleven ways to ruin your fleet! DEATHSTACK HAS RECEIVED YOUR WARNING. DEATHSTACK WILL INCREASE THE VOLUME. Somewhere behind us, a soldier sings. Somewhere a hand takes an oath off its ring. We never promised a gentle ride— You heard the engines. You chose our side. NOW HOLD THE FUCK ON! OUTRUN THE THRONE! MAKE THE FUCKING VOID IGNITE! With the sentence on our shoulders And the speakers burning bright! OUTRUN THE THRONE! LET THEIR SEARCHLIGHTS FIND THE SMOKE! We’re a riot in their heavens— We’re the promise that they broke! Darling, let them watch us shine! Their distant bells fall out of time. Their guns fall quiet. Our signal stays. Another port. Another stage. Pursuit terminated. Playback continues. WE’RE STILL FUCKING LIVE! #Warhammer40K #ChaosMetal #DeathMetal #OutrunTheThrone #DeathToTheFalseEmperor #NoiseMarines #Slaanesh