“Oh! Great and Terrible Slaanesh did punish us
for insolence, denouncing our chaotic brethren so.

He cried that we should love them now
much as we love his torment served
with dark and wretched, horrid pain.
He cast the weak, ignoble out
into the arms of darkest night,
and paid the filthy lord with flesh.

"They are our brothers and our equals," said
the beaut'ful suff'ring Master through his tears.
"And you shall not forget this fact again.
Deliver pain, but as a lovely gift,
a fine experience of torment seen
unfrosted through the murky windows high
within the greatest chapel Chaos knows."
And so the Master left us, bright and wise.”