Mothafuckas don't know it think I'm just some ancient ass

When actually my balls are made from solid brass!

I'm the Lord Commander of the militant militia

The motherfucker with the armies out to get ya!

Fucking heretics and motherfucking xenos breed

The only joy in life is for me to hear them bleed

And with the sharpness of my armies I have made 'em all bled

And I will not fucking stop until I see them ALL DEAD

Yes, I will not fucking stop until the galaxy is painted red

They call me the Grand Planner

I'm the Guardsman Spammer

Massive Plottеr

I'm the Major Spotter

(Major Plotter!

Major Spottеr!

Major Plotter!

Major Spotter!)

I'm the classiest of High Lords with my red eye and my hair tendrils

With my golden armour

I'm a charmer

Not a shaman

I'm a farmer

Of LIVES!

I am DEATH INCARNATE!

For I send everyday

Millions to the grave

In pointless wars that make me say...

Hey!

Maybe bombing that place was not the best idea

When it's full of soldiers who just sits there shivering in fear

And all I'm doing myself is just sitting here drinking beer

With a jeer screaming if I was there

We would not be fear

No shiver or quiver

Only courage encouraged

So grab a gun and kill

But hey, don't blame

We killed those orks

Now reduced to some steaming corpse...

So if you have any thoughts that you think are hard

Send them to me: The Lord Commander of the Imperial Guard

And I'll make you go to prison...

For crimes...

Of proposing

Let's see here

Proposing...

Lemme get my list up

Proposing...

PROPOSING!

Anarchism

Egotism

Suspicion for being a magician

And radical, incredible, theoretical activism

Proposing

Barbarism

Finalism

Hedonism

Humanism

And last but not least, the worst one of them ALL

Might as well nail your fucking balls to the walls

The crime, the worst one of them ALL!

The crime that's stretching all the borders

The crime

Of not

Following

My

Orders