Attilan Rough Riders Charge: Epic Imperial Guard Cavalry Anthem | Warhammer 40k Music

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Lyrics:

Verse 1:
From Attila’s dust, where the khans once roared,
We carved our oath on a warlord’s sword...
Born in the gallop, where the warp storms scream,
Rough Riders ride for the Emperor’s dream...
Sons of the steppe, with scars like a map,
We hunt the heretic, no turning back...

Chorus:
Blood on the steppe, lances burn bright,
Attilan Riders, we strike in the night!
Hooves carve the stars, through the void’s cruel pyre,
For the Golden Throne, we ride through the fire!
Mogul Kamir leads the brutal charge,
Our blades sing the hymns of the Emperor large...!

Verse 2:
Mogul Kamir, with eyes like a hawk,
His lance splits the skulls of the greenskin’s talk.
A khan of the clans, with a heart forged in strife,
He rides through the maelstrom, trading blood for life.
From the War of the Steed to the Crusade’s grim call,
We storm through the ash where the weaklings fall.

Chorus:
Blood on the steppe, lances burn bright,
Attilan Riders, we strike in the night!
Hooves carve the stars, through the void’s cruel pyre,
For the Golden Throne, we ride through the fire!
Mogul Kamir leads the brutal charge,
Our blades sing the hymns of the Emperor large...!

Bridge:
On worlds where the tanks choke in mud and despair,
We weave through the shadows, death’s scent in the air...
Our sabers flash lightning, our lasguns spit scorn,
To the saddle we’re welded, in battle we’re born.
Let orks wail and daemons break, we’ll never yield,
Attila’s wrath rides on a blood-soaked field!

Verse 3:
No titan’s tread can match our pace,
We’re ghosts in the dusk, with a feral grace...
Flank and fade, like the steppe’s cruel wind,
We cut through the foe where their lines grow thin...
For ten thousand years, our spurs have rung,
The Rough Riders’ saga, proudly sung...

Chorus:
Blood on the steppe, lances burn bright,
Attilan Riders, we strike in the night!
Hooves carve the stars, through the void’s cruel pyre,
For the Golden Throne, we ride through the fire!
Mogul Kamir leads the brutal charge,
Our blades sing the hymns of the Emperor large...!

Outro:
So sing of the riders, where the warp winds moan,
Our hooves shake the heavens, our horses mouths a foam...
From Attila’s heart to the galaxy’s rim,
We carry the Emperor’s light, fierce and grim...
Through the dust of the stars, we’ll forever defy,
Attilan Rough Riders, till the last of us die...!

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