I wanted to take scenes and other media that has given me great joy over the years and make music around it. I hope these tracks bring you lots of smiles, laughs, memories and dance moves. Enjoy! 

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PS: Already thinking of part 2 ;)

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Wumbology

In the void of stars, we are wrath made flesh.
No fear. No doubt. Only war.

Steel in my veins, black ceramite soul,
Clad in faith, I emerge from the drop pod’s hold.
The warp screams loud, but I scream louder,
Chainsword spinning, making heretics cower.

Skulls for the Throne? You’re centuries late—
I bring extinction sealed in adamant hate.
Blood for your gods? I bring you none—
Only bolter fire and the fury of a thousand suns.

Purge the unclean—EXTERMINATE!
Crush their bones—OBLITERATE!
With every breath I consecrate
This battlefield in holy hate!

For the Emperor! I rise from flame,
A storm of vengeance, death without name.
For the Emperor! I feel no pain—
Just righteous fury in my armored frame.

I’ve seen daemon flesh melt on my blade,
Watched hive beasts drown in orbital rain.
No sleep, no rest, no peace, no prayer,
Only mission. Only war. Only despair.

I walk through ruin with my brothers in steel,
Astartes blood oath—we never kneel.
The galaxy weeps, the warp feeds sin—
But my wrath is holy and I fight to win.

Burn their cults—SLAUGHTER!
Cleanse the xenos—NO MERCY!
In death they beg—NO QUARTER!
They fall beneath my purity!

For the Emperor! We ride the flame,
To shatter stars in His blessed name.
For the Emperor! Let the traitors scream—
We are His angels. We are the dream.

From Terra to the void,
We are vengeance reborn...
In the name of the Emperor—
Let them burn!!!! (FUCK THE XENOS!!!!)

Astartes Rage

(dropping an album soon)

They came before time had a name.
Hands of gravity, fists of flame.
They whisper through the solar winds
The Architects have risen again!

Skies tremble when they breathe,
Worlds collapse beneath their feet.
In ancient tongues of stellar ash,
They write extinction, destroy, and clash.

Forge the core, bend the flame,
Split the heavens, erase our name.
Civilizations scream in vain,
The star ignites, no star remains.

Your sun was a gift...
Now it is your doom.

Architects! Of the dying star!
You built the nova that tears apart.
No god. No grave. Just a  gravity hole—
crafted by the architects of old.

Light-years fall like grains of sand,
They bend time in space at their command.
We dared to resist, we chose defiance,
But our sun now roars in their alliance.

Supernova servants rain up from hell,
Planetary tombs where rebels dwell.
The architects do not forgive the weak—
They simply erase, END TIMES LOOK BLEEK.

Collapse! Ignite! Obliterate!
You watched your sky disintegrate.
Collapse! Ignite! Obliterate!
Your gods are gone—it's far too late.

We sent our warnings into space…
But silence answered with molten grace.
Our oceans boiled, our temples fell,
We built a heaven, and woke up in hell.

Architects! Of the dying star!
You built the nova that tears apart.
No god. No grave. Just a gravity hole
crafted by the architects of old.

We saw the light.
We thought it was hope.
But it was judgment.
IN THE FORM OF A HOLE.

THE ARCHITECTS

From the darkness of the void, an intelligent robot arises from ash and flame.

THE ARCHITECTS

Circuit Rot

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