Necrons
Twelve Days
On the twelfth day of Christmas the Emperor sent to me
Twelve Stalkers Stalking
Eleven Scarabs swarming
Ten Flayers flaying
Nine Deathmarks Marking
Eight Lords a leading
Seven Wraiths a phasing
Six Night Scythes arcing
Five Monoliths
Four Immortals
Three Lychguard
Two Crypteks
And a Doom Scythe with a death ray.
Tyrannids
We three Kings
We’re the hive and boy we’ve come far
Cross the void your futures to mar,
Slashing, feeding, swarming, breeding
Till we’ve destroyed every star
Oh we will take the life of all
Everywhere we plan to call
Orcs and Eldar, every empire
We will cause them all to fall.
Orks
Away in a Manger
Away on our waaargh trip our love is to fight
And once we get going you can’t stop our might
We’re fearless, we’re deadly, our heads aren’t quite right
Our machines are really a magnificent sight
Our spores will fly freely to carry our seed
Expansion’s our aim many mouths we must feed
Our force will continue, unstoppable foe
And so we’ll destroy you and leave you with woe.
We love nothing better than violent discord
Eternally scrapping and bringing the horde
We’ll gash you and bite you and tear off your head
We’re fearless because we just don’t mind being dead.
Dark Eldar
God Rest You Merry Gentlemen
Gods rest ye foes of Eldar Kind ‘Cos we will give you death
Our dark hordes swarming from the warp to bring your final breath
And take you off to slavery and tortures most malign
And horrors beyond your wildest dreams, wildest dreams
And horrors beyond your wildest dreams.
Our wychs will eviscerate and toy with your entrails
Our raiding brings destruction, fear with all that that entails
We’ll slay you, burn you, poison you; you won’t know where to turn
And your soul we will torment and burn, torment and burn
Yes your soul we will torment and burn.
Tau
Silent Night
All elements, working steadfast
Working as one, one great caste,
The greater good is our true belief,
Together we can assuage all grief,
Taking the empire to new height,
Bringing a future that’s bright.
Chaos
The Holly And The Ivy
Our demon gods will send us
To hammer out your life
And all the powers of your god
Cannot prevent your strife
For we have seen the wisdom
Of who has the true power
Our demon lords will crush you
And it will be our hour.
We glory in mutation
And darkness’ great pall
Our legions will march onward
Till we rule over all
Marines Little Town Of Bethlehem
Our blessed bolters spit their fire
With righteous wrath we rule
We build our foes a funeral pyre
With flamers that aren’t cool
And for the emperor’s glory
We gladly give our lives
For our chapter’s immortal story
Is all we need to thrive
We fly by Thunderhawk,
From Rhinos we appear,
Our enemies are myriad
But we are what they fear
And as we serve the Emperor,
We know that our Gene seed,
Will ensure that humanity
Will never be in need.
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