Comhroinn Fuaime

[mocking] So the Corpse-Emperor’s little toy soldiers finally stumble in. You carry yourselves like the galaxy bends to your power, yet here you are, Following orders of decrepit old fools who cant even stand without assistance but carry the power to kill trillions of souls. [wondering] Tell me, do you truly believe He hears you? That corpse on a throne, You recite your litanies like children afraid of the dark… but you’ve never asked what answers from beneath it.