Wheres My Brother - A Warhammer 40k Inspired Song

The eighth song in the "Cursed Sounds from the Warp" album. Space Marines call each other "Battle Brothers" and the Adepta Soroitas are known as "Battle Sisters."

A new Sister of Battle assumes that as a sister she must have a brother, so there must be a Space Marine for her. The problem is, she doesn't know where to find him. Maybe the Sister Superior can help?

"Cursed Sounds from the Warp" is a collaborative project between myself and my friends to utilize "Abominable Intelligence" to develop funny/cursed concepts utilizing the Warhammer 40k lore. The song concepts are based on word play or exaggeration of faction traits to put together comedic and catchy songs of various styles.

Downloadable on SoundCloud:
  / puppet-spider  

All tracks are DMCA free and can be used in videos or streams however you like. Credit would be appreciated.

[Lyrics]

(Verse 1)
They gave me my robes, they gave me my gun,
They told me I'd fight in the light of the sun!
I nodded and smiled, all giddy with glee—
But where is my brother supposed to meet me??

(Chorus)
Where’s my brother? Where’s my Space Marine?!
Big and bulky, blue or green!
Where’s my brother? I can’t find him yet—
I’m a Sister of Battle, we must be a set!

(Verse 2)
I checked by the tanks, I checked by the drills,
I peeked in the chapel, I ran up the hills!
I asked Sister Agnes, I asked Sister May,
But all they said was: "Load your bolter and pray."

(Bridge)
Maybe he’s late? Maybe he’s lost?
Maybe he’s cleaning the banners across?
Maybe he’s stuck in a Thunderhawk ride?
(Or maybe he's fighting a Jean stealer tide!)

(Chorus)
Where’s my brother? Where’s my Space Marine?!
Big ol' fists and a giant machine!
Where’s my brother? It’s part of the deal—
You can’t spell "family" without ceramite steel!

(Verse 3)
No, child, no, you’ve got it all wrong,
There are no brothers, just sisters and song.
We carry our faith, not some man in a pod—
Now grab your flamethrower and walk with God!

(Chorus)
Where’s my brother? (Nowhere, dear.)
Where’s my Space Marine? (Not even near.)
I’m a Sister of Battle, all armored and blessed—
Guess I’ll just BURN THINGS to deal with the stress!

(Outro)
"...But if I had a brother he'd totally drive a Land Raider...
...And he'd be, like, super tall...
...And he'd think my flamer was cool...
...And we'd have matching purity seals...
...And he'd never miss roll call..."