We three kings of Nehekara
With 3 armies we travers afar
Through sandy moot, mountain, desert we follow the star of sigmar.
'O' star of sigmar, star of light, our royal beauty is shining bright, westward leading, our armies proceeding
Elven blood we spill tonight
Settra was born on Nehekaras plain.
We hide from him, this guy is insane,
Ruling all, wrathful as ever
His thirst for war, gettin bigger.
'O' star of sigmar, star of light, our royal beauty is shining bright, westward leading, our armies proceeding
Elven blood we spill tonight.
My blade I have to offer thy
Settra thinks he's god of the sky
Worship and praising, all men raising the heads of those who deny his divine r-i-i-ght.
O' star of sigmar, star of light, our royal beauty is shining bright, westward leading, our armies proceeding
Elven blood we spill tonight.
Ogres made him go insane, powdered his dad and shat on his remains. Now he hunt them, through the mourn mountains, spraying flab, gore and their brains
O' star of sigmar, star of light, our royal beauty is shining bright, westward leading, our armies proceeding
Elven blood we spill tonight.
Dark elves were not safe from his eyes, poncy emo pricks they described, their heads bowed, lifted up high, on banners to the gods en high!
O' star of sigmar, star of light, our royal beauty is shining bright, westward leading, our armies proceeding
Elven blood we spill tonight.
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