Ahriman of the Thousand Sons

Betrayal is done
But war is lost
Forbidden was knowledge
And still it was chased
Our Father unleashed the wolves
So in the Eye
In service
Of Tzeench
We dwelt

Mutation the curse
The price to pay
To live
We followed the Red One
In times of strife and chaos
But he was weak
He's lost in
In the twisting path
I Will Succeed
Librarian Chief
Of Thousand Sons
By Sorcery
And
Incantation
Our curse shall be no more

I know your ways
Oh Changer of Ways
I know your Twisting Path
Though Pervert
Succed
I Will

In just a moment
Twelve thousands die
Their Bodies
Turn to dust
Their Minds
Shattered and vanquished
Thier Spirits
Encased in steel, forever