Here's My Brother - A Warhammer 40k Inspired Song

Our Sister of Battle is feeling a bit down after the Rogue Trader decided to go after her man. Could anything help clear the storm of emotions in her heart?

Maybe someone super tall, blue, and thinks her flamer is cool?

"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  

Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/artist/5MlG9...

Available on streaming platforms on November 23rd.

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

[Lyrics]

[Verse 1]

He’s with her again, that Rogue Trader smile,
Her perfume drifts down the chapel aisle.
I pray my litanies, curse their romance
Pretend I don’t care that they laugh and dance.
"Little sister...What ails you?" came a voice
I turned to slay it, but could only rejoice.

[Chorus]
Here’s my brother, here’s my dreadnought friend,
Armored and ancient, with ammo to expend.
Here’s my brother, calls me little sister
We’ll light up the heretics, make them blister.

[Verse 2]
My brother is tall, built like a tank.
Smashes through walls to attack the flank.
I sit on his shoulders like he is my steed,
Our bolters fire and make our enemies bleed.
To battle we ride with matching seals,
They retreat, but we're on their heels.

[Chorus 2]
Here’s my brother, here’s my dreadnought friend,
Old as a legend, faithful to the end.
Here’s my brother, made of dread
We barbecue daemons till they are all dead!

[Verse 3]

We play “find the cultist,” “kick the spawn,”
He laughs like thunder till the dawn.
We tell stories of our epic fights,
How we served the Emperor on the darkest nights.
The dawn comes, that is when,
We reload our flamers and purge them again.

[Bridge]

"Where's my brother?" They mocked and chided.
They told me I was misguided.
But I knew somewhere out there he would be,
A brother who wants a sister just like me.

[Final Chorus]

Here’s my brother, here’s my dreadnought friend,
War-born and steadfast, till the bitter end.
Here’s my brother, holy machine
The best brother there's ever been!