Get Out of My Tomb - A Warhammer 40k Inspired Song

The seventh song in the "Cursed Sounds from the Warp" album. A Necron lord is completely fed up with the Adeptus Mechanicus breaking into his tomb and stealing and breaking all his things. He wants them off his lawn.

"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.

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[Lyrics]

(Verse 1)
Woke from slumber, third millennium's call,
Another blinking red-robed fool in the hall.
Digging through my sarcophagi, chipping my gold,
Muttering prayers while their mechadendrites unfold.

Told 'em once, told 'em twice, told 'em nine-hundred more,
This is not your tech, this is not your war.
But here they come with their scanners and screech—
I'm two steps from firing a gauss blast each!

(Chorus)
GET OUT OF MY TOMB!
Take your cables and your prayers and your scrapheap doom!
GET OUT OF MY TOMB!
I’ve got a chair with my name, and I need some room!
Just let me rust in peace, you ghouls—
GET OUT OF MY TOMB!

(Verse 2)
They call it “archaeotech,” they call it “divine,”
Buddy, that's my telephone line.
That “ancient relic” you worship and haul?
That's my plasma remote for my tomb’s back wall!

I miss the days when you screamed and fled,
Now you bring shovels and cranes instead.
I’m this close to shoving my foot in your tank—
If I still had a foot that’s functional...
Thanks.

(Chorus)
GET OUT OF MY TOMB!
Take your cogboys and your rusted broom!
GET OUT OF MY TOMB!
I’m ninety percent blind, but I’ll make you boom!
I just want to kick back, read some runes—
SO GET OUT OF MY TOMB!

(Bridge)
I had a throne... humming with starlight gold,
Now it's welded to a priest half-cold.
I had a cash... of infinity’s thread,
Now you use it to power your walking dead.

(Chorus)
GET OUT OF MY TOMB!
Take your hymnals and your stolen doom!
GET OUT OF MY TOMB!
I swear on my Phaeron’s golden plume!
One more servo-skull in my room—
AND I’LL BURY YOU IN THE NECRONTYR GLOOM!

(Outro)
I just wanna sit down...
Maybe rewatch the War on Heaven...
Stupid cogboys!

GET OUT OF MY TOMB!