I Am Blessed | Servo-Skull Warhammer 40k Darktide Inspired Song #warhammer

I was reflecting over the last couple years of Endless Taverns, and saying "I am blessed" doesn't capture the feeling as much as this song does. Merch: https://endlesstaverns.com/ 🤖 Find My Music: https://ffm.bio/endlesstaverns Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/album/0KCDcshjirenWz5JiPnmw0?si=OQQ1wt0RR8iznP_oa-SJ5Q Help me keep the Endless Tavern running! https://ko-fi.com/endlesstaverns #warhammer #warhammer40k #warhammermusic Lyrics: Blessed be the bone Blessed be the wire Blessed be the skull that still remembers fire I was a young man with a head full of miracles now I’m a relic built with optics and orbitals copper for veins and scriptures for syllables praised for my purpose and ready for rituals Click-click, lumen-lit, pict-feed, penitent bone-white drone with a chrome-core sediment once I had a pulse, now I pulse like a metronome humming in monotone, buzzing through these catacombs I gave up on my skin I gave up my last breath I gave up on the idea of rest Blessed are the grateful dead Singing with a hollow head No more hunger No more bed No more body No more dread I was lost, but now I'm found I am useful I am blessed Look at the living, all fervor and friction you're full of greed and fractured ambition begging for meaning but fearing the mission I float without doubt, sanctified with a vision I am a servant, a saint, and a system I am the distance between death and rhythm I am the mind that survived its own prison no part of me regrets this decision I gave up on my skin I gave up my last breath I gave up on the idea of rest Blessed are the grateful dead Singing with a hollow head No more hunger No more bed No more body No more dread I was lost, but now I'm found I am useful I am blessed I had a dream that my flesh couldn’t finish now I am nothing but will undiminished no more aches or my hands going timid I only have one ambition, devotion without limits I am made for the faithful who hear what is hidden small sacred details in the static and rhythm machine spirits whisper like ghosts in the system kept on the air by the faithful who listen and listen and listen Blessed are the grateful dead Singing with a hollow head No more hunger No more bed No more body No more dread I was lost, but now I'm found I am useful I am blessed I am blessed Human-made // AI Assisted (Suno, Seedance 2, ChatGPT) Endless Taverns is an independent content creator and is not affiliated with, endorsed by, or connected to Games Workshop in any way.