My brothers... fellow Sons of Lorgar... Close your eyes and empty your minds... feel the warp in your veins... feel it's caress upon your skin and know that the gods are with us all. We are the bearers of the word... the bringers of truth. And when we descend upon Arkhona it shall be with the power of the immaterium at our disposal! Xenos and corpse worshipper alike will meet their end! And they shall know true fear. In the name of Lorgar!
And although we will be faced with droughts of war. Nothing shall break our righteous faith. We will hunt our slaves when enemies are scarce. Our halls will echo with the screams of the damned. To The Keeper of Secrets, we will send him our truths. In return we will hear truths that should be hidden. To The God of Hate we will bath in fresh blood. It will pump our own and enrage us for battle. To The Master of Pestilence we shall pile the corpses high. The Daemons he births will share their putrid gifts. And to The Prince of Pain and Pleasure we abase ourselfs. So that we may always be enlightened to her forbidden emotions. After the longest droughts of war come the greatest bloodsheds of history. Our patience will not have been in vain. The skys will flood the lands with the fallen's blood And the heavens will thunder will their souls.
Priests and friends of the Shadow Crusade. Rejoice! The World Eaters send their regards as we are gearing up for war. We would like to inquire how your current force is building up. We are around the 50 chainaxe revving butchers at this moment. It is always good to know your allies so you may bolster their numbers more effectively.
LET THE GALAXY BOW!!! BOW TO CHAOS UNDIVIDED!!!!!!!!! DEATH TO THE FALSE EMPEROR! DEATH TO THE FALSE EMPEROR! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH! DEATH!!!!!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Cool, but the spikes at the bottom are reminiscent of an Orkish club, and you would stab yourself in the hand using it. The top half of the weapon and the scripture is brilliant, though.
