Join My Retinue - A Warhammer 40k Inspired Song

Описание: The Sister of Battle thought she had no competition for her love, but a Rogue Trader moves in to sweep her man off his feet. Many seek the Warrant of Trade she possesses and none of her family is suitable to take over the dynasty. Can this one guardsman be the one that will provide her with a promising heir?

In the grim darkness of the far future… some declarations of love come with legal contracts and a Warrant of Trade.

This song, excluding the bridge, was entirely written without AI...Apparently I naturally write jazz, who would have thought?

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

Available on streaming platforms on October 23rd.

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

[Lyrics]

I don't know what makes you special
But you have the ability to bedevil
All these other girls throw themselves at your feet
There must be something that makes you unique
If your past were to draw the eye
Of an Inquisitor
You would surely die
But stick with me and you'll be fine
My warrant the Emperor himself did sign

I have already submitted my demand
You have been relieved of duty by your command

There is nothing you can do
You must join my retinue
We will travel the galaxy
There is so much for you to see
We could make quite the pair
But more importantly
I need an heir

I can't let my siblings get the warrant
Both of them are absolutely abhorrent
My brother never wakes before dawn
He gets confused when all the Amasec is gone
You met my sister
A sickly girl
She embraced the rot
She makes me hurl
So I must have a successor
Any but one of yours would be lesser

There is nothing you can do
You must join my retinue
We will travel the galaxy
There is so much for you to see
We could make quite the pair
But more importantly
I need an heir

I saw how the Battle Sister looks at you
Do not fret
She too will join the crew
Her talents will be of great use
A weapon of faith that we can loose
In the art of combat she is skilled
I can't afford for you to be killed
To
To be killed

My cousins plot
My rivals scheme
Their daggers glint with sinister gleam
They think me blind
They think me weak
But I’ve secured the prize they seek
They’ll curse the stars
They’ll tear their hair
When they learn who I’ve made my heir

There is nothing you can do
You must join my retinue
We will travel the galaxy
There is so much for you to see
We could make quite the pair
But more importantly
I need an heir
I need an heir

The Sister may be upset
But this decision I do not regret
I know you still love her
That is fair
It matters not to me
I can share

I really need to produce an heir