Echoes From Prospero(WH40K)

[intro with violins and a choir setting a ancient and dark epypcian athmosfere] [Verse] Chaos rising Dark horizons unfold A thousand sons trembling Stories yet untold Wielders of forbidden arts Their power unmatched Cursed by their own ambition The path they hatched [Verse 2] Psychic energies coursing through their veins A legion lost in the warp Forever in chains Their minds fragmented Twisted by the arcane Warped existence Their souls forever stained [Chorus] The Thousand Sons The curse they bear within In the Realm of Chaos Their torment begins Condemned to wander Their powers now a bane In eternal torment Forever they remain `[add a violin riff between verses to keep the egypcian athmosfere] (Verse 1) In the cold expanse of space they dwell, A legion forged in psychic might, With power vast, they weave their spell, The Thousand Sons, a spectral sight. (Chorus) A thousand minds, a single gaze, Bound by fate, through endless days, Their sorcery knows no bounds, In the galaxy, their echo resounds. (Verse 2) From Prospero's towers they once stood tall, Guardians of knowledge, seekers of truth, But betrayal's sting brought their downfall, Cursed by fate, eternal youth. (Chorus-choir) A thousand minds, a single gaze, Bound by fate, through endless days, Their sorcery knows no bounds, In the galaxy, their echo resounds. (Bridge) Through warp and weft, they navigate, Unseen threads of destiny they manipulate, With each spell cast, they redefine, The fabric of the universe, their grand design. (Verse 3) Though tainted by the warp's embrace, Their loyalty to Magnus remains, In the ashes of their shattered grace, They strive to break their binding chains. (Chorus-choir) A thousand minds, a single gaze, Bound by fate, through endless days, Their sorcery knows no bounds, In the galaxy, their echo resounds. (Outro) In the annals of the Imperium's lore, The saga of the Thousand Sons shall endure, For in their tragedy lies a lesson taught, Of hubris, betrayal, and battles fought.