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[ERROR] No.28093256 [DELETED]  [Reply] [Original] [4plebs] [archived.moe]

Sup guys, I've been wondering about something.
Is there any Warhammer 40k cadences?
I feel like there should be SOMETHING for IG at least.
Been jogging and thought it'd be fun to sing some cadences with my friends.
If there's not then let's make some up.

>> No.28093297

Probably something like this (making it up on the fly):
"I don't know what I've been told,"
"Sitting in this trench is pretty old,"
"One Two,"
"Fuck you,"
"Xenos are no fun,"
"Unless I bring my Lasgun"

in hindsight this is super shitty but I don't think the IG would be masters of creativity.

>> No.28093378

Too grimdark for cadences.

Also stop being a poser. In the military cadences are forced, they're not fun. You try power walking with a 120 pound pack for 4 hours after not getting any sleep and then being forced to shout cadences on top of that.

>> No.28093406

>>28093378
Not that guy, but I know a lot of guys who were in the military who still do cadences when they run/jog. When it's happening, it's really shitty. But they suck it up and laugh at it after the fact.

>> No.28093489

>>28093378
I'm just thinking up of something for fun.

And I never claimed to be a part of the military, I really do just want to do it for fun since my two other friends actually sing cadences while jogging with me, and they're both in the military.
They DO sing cadences for fun, so lighten up, man.

>> No.28093495

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4VXUDlcr0qI

>> No.28093524

>>28093297

Creative thinking can lead to Heresy after all.

>> No.28093615

Maybe swap some words out of some regular cadences and replace them with things that'd be appropriate to 40k?

>> No.28093834

>>28093256

"The tracks on the Land Raider crush the heretics, crush the heretics, crush the heretics. The tracks on the Land Raider crush the heretics, all day long."

Believe it or not, I found this while reading Ciaphas Cain.

>> No.28093957

>>28093834
Hahaha, awesome, I'm just imagining a land raider running over a bunch of cultists with the marines inside singing this all jolly and shit.

>> No.28093983

>>28093957

It's apparently a ditty from Cain's pre-schola juvie days.

Yes, that means preschoolers sing to each other about crushing heretics. That's hilariously hardcore.

>> No.28094094

>>28093983
Motherfucking Caiphus Cain, man.
Now I'm just imagining a bunch of little juvies riding around in a land raider crushing chaos punks on a joy ride.

>> No.28095917

>>28093378
>cadences are forced, they're not fun.
carrying around heavy shit hurting back and feet are not fun. singing is a welcome distraction.

>> No.28095992

>>28093256
Probably not what you're looking for, but it can help.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJNz2QgSNsk

>> No.28096027

>>28094094
Well, they wouldn't be juvies then.

>> No.28099128

"THE EMPEROR IS SO VERY GREAT"

"WE SPEND LIVES TO PROTECT HIS STATE"

"HIS ENEMIES, WE WILL THWART"

"WITH OUR LIVES VICTORY IS BOUGHT"

"SOUND OFF"

"HAIL THE EMPEROR"

"SOUND OFF"

"DEATH OF THE HERETIC FOR THE GLORY OF TERRA"

"SOUND OFF"

"WE ARE PROTECTED BY HIS DIVINE LIGHT"

"but sarge that didnt rhy-"

"BLAM!"

sounds of corpse collapsing

"ON WHICH FIELD OF BATTLE WILL WE FIND OUR FATE?"

"..."

"Well?"

"Sarge you shot Peterthan and he was two ranks away from that othe..."

"BLAM!"

"WELL?"

"FROM OLD TERRA TO THE CADIAN GATE"

>> No.28099212

ORKY ORKY SIZ FEET FOUR
ORKY NEVER HAD HIS ASS KICKED BEFORE
I`M GONNA TAKE MY SQUAD RIGHT HERE
AND COMMIT GENOCIDE ON ORKY`S RACE

>> No.28099290

Cadian drinking song:

>Fifty miles a day, we march across the sands,
>New xenos to slay, with weapons or with hands,
>Always glad to play, the glorious firebrands

>> No.28099326

Old Gen Creed has a merry ole soul
FOR NO HERETIC DID HE SEE

He called for his gun, and he called for his cowl
AND HE CALLED FOR HIS BANEBLADES THREE

Every Baneblade he had his cannon
A FINE BANEBLADE CANNON HAD HE

Oh there's none so rare, as can compare
WITH GEN CREED AN IS BANEBLADES THREE

>> No.28099554

Recorded in Mess Hall of the Elysian Drop Troops, Betalis III, 894.M41 (exact date lost to warpflight)

He was just a rookie trooper and he surely shook with fright,
He checked all his equipment and made sure his pack was tight;
He had to sit and listen to those awful engines roar,
"You ain't gonna jump no more!"


Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more!

"Is everybody happy?" cried the Sergeant looking up,
Our Hero feebly answered "Yes," and then they stood him up;
He jumped into the icy blast, Valk`s static line unhooked,
He ain't gonna jump no more.


He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock,
He felt the wind, he felt the cold, he felt the awful drop,
The Grav from his chute all spilled out, and turned him end o`er head
He ain't gonna jump no more.


The resp-mask swung around his neck, accatran mk4 hit his dome,
Company Standard fluttered into knots around his skinny bones;
The standard became his shroud; he hurtled to the ground.
He ain't gonna jump no more.


The days he'd lived and loved and laughed kept running through his mind,
He thought about Elysia his home, the one he'd left behind;
He thought about the Commissar, and wondered what He`d find,
He ain't gonna jump no more.

>> No.28099585

>>28099554
His squad landed on the spot, the taurus were running wild,
The commissar jumped and screamed with glee, marked his tally and he smiled,
For it had been a day or more since last a 'Chute had failed,
He ain't gonna jump no more.


He hit the ground, the sound was "SPLAT", his blood went spurting high;
His comrades, then were heard to say "A hell of a way to die!"
He lay there, rolling 'round in the welter of his gore,
He ain't gonna jump no more.


(slowly, solemnly; about half the speed of the other verses)
There was blood upon the risers, there were brains upon the chute,
Intestines were a-dangling from his old drop suit,
He was a mess, they picked him up, and poured him from his boots,
And passed em to the next man clean.
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
Gory, gory, what a hell of a way to die,
He ain't gonna jump no more!

>> No.28099908

fuck you guys are all great

>> No.28100013

Recorded by Ulfric Wolfricsonson, Campfire of Charl Hammer-Hammer (formerly Charl hammer-Fist), Engir Krakendoom`s Great Company, follwoing the Siege of Aprax Hive-Cathedra

A yellow bird with a yellow bill
Was sittin' by my rhino (still!)
I lured him in with a glass o` red
And that smashed his little head

(As a skald I believe I must record four further facts around this conflict and this particular cadence- the siege of Aprax was a joint Space Wolf, Imperial Fist, Angry Marine battle, the continent of Aprax is known for its small yellow rat birds, recorded cadence poems in this theater were 124% above the normal average, and the reported incidence of minor maulings of indeterminate cause rose by approximately 500% for the week of celebration following the seige)

>> No.28100122

Eldar Marching Song, Alaitoc Craftworld, recorded during torture of a corsair outcast, sometime M41 (exact date classified), Inquisitor Belew.

The dance of the puppets
The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.

The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants
The funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.

The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king.

On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.

>> No.28100188

MEDALS FOR EVERYONE

Anyone got any ideas for necron marching songs?

how about

4f 68 21 20 49 20 64 6f 20 6c 69 6b 65 20 74 6f 20 62 65 20 62 65 73 69 64 65 20 74 68 65 20 73 65 61 73 69 64 65 0d 0a 49 20 64 6f 20 6c 69 6b 65 20 74 6f 20 62 65 20 62 65 73 69 64 65 20 74 68 65 20 73 65 61 21 0d 0a 49 20 64 6f 20 6c 69 6b 65 20 74 6f 20 73 74 72 6f 6c 6c 20 61 6c 6f 6e 67 20 74 68 65 20 50 72 6f 6d 2c 20 50 72 6f 6d 2c 20 50 72 6f 6d 21 0d 0a 57 68 65 72 65 20 74 68 65 20 62 72 61 73 73 20 62 61 6e 64 73 20 70 6c 61 79 3a 0d 0a 22 54 69 64 64 65 6c 79 2d 6f 6d 2d 70 6f 6d 2d 70 6f 6d 21 22 0d 0a 53 6f 20 6a 75 73 74 20 6c 65 74 20 6d 65 20 62 65 20 62 65 73 69 64 65 20 74 68 65 20 73 65 61 73 69 64 65 0d 0a 49 27 6c 6c 20 62 65 20 62 65 73 69 64 65 20 6d 79 73 65 6c 66 20 77 69 74 68 20 67 6c 65 65 0d 0a 41 6e 64 20 74 68 65 72 65 27 73 20 6c 6f 74 73 20 6f 66 20 67 69 72 6c 73 20 62 65 73 69 64 65 2c 0d 0a 49 20 73 68 6f 75 6c 64 20 6c 69 6b 65 20 74 6f 20 62 65 20 62 65 73 69 64 65 0d 0a 42 65 73 69 64 65 20 74 68 65 20 73 65 61 73 69 64 65 21 0d 0a 42 65 73 69 64 65 20 74 68 65 20 73 65 61 21

>> No.28100257

THE HERETIC'S BEATEN, HIS BRAIN DRIPPING ONTO MY HEAD

DRIP DROP, DRIPPITY DROP DROP

OH THE HERETIC'S BEATEN, HIS BRAIN'S DRIPPIN ONTO MY HEAD

DRIP DROP, DRIPITY DROP DROP

MY COMMISSAR HATES ME

I MIGHT WAS WELL BE DEAD

DRIP DROP, DRIPPITY DROP DROP

>> No.28100348

There was this Farsight rap I made a few days ago but it was so shitty I gave up on it

>> No.28100359

Ork Marching Somewhere Cadence
"ERE WE GO,'ERE WE GO,'ERE WE GO
'ERE WE GO,'ERE WE GO,THROO THE COSMOS.
'ERE WE GO,'ERE WE GO,'ERE WE GO,
'ERE WE GO,'ERE WE GO,THROO INFINITY

'ERE WE GO,'ERE WE GO,'ERE WE GO,
'ERE WE GO,.0DON'T KNOW WHERE 'TIL WE GET THERE

`AD INFANA`UM

Lift off chant of the "Vulcha Skwad"

If ya wanna be big an' mean,

If ya wanna be best an' green,

If ya wanna get da job done fast,

Da Vulcha skwad iz where it's at!

>> No.28100452

The commissar, guide, or whoever would shout these lyrics and to every other left foot, the platoon or what have you would shout kill. The cadence would go as follows...

In between verses they'd just run and recite KILL to maintain the cadence's rhythmn.

For our Emperor we (KILL)
For our Primarchs we (KILL)
For our people we shall (KILL)
AND WITH MY BROTHERS I WILL (KILL)

Don't need a power sword to (KILL)
Don't need a lasgun to (KILL)
Don't need a trench knife to (KILL)
JUST NEED MY FISTS TO FUCKING (KILL)

On Cadia we (KILL)
On Armageddon we (KILL)
On Farcast we (KILL)
THROUGHOUT THE COSMOS WE WILL (KILL)

>> No.28100461

More Orks

I wanna FIGHT
(FIGHT)
I wanna FIGHT
(FIGHT)

I wanna FIGHT
(FIGHT)
I wanna FIGHT
(FIGHT)

FIGHT ME YA SAY
WEL ALL I GOTA SAY TO YA IS FIGHT ANFIGHT AGAIN I SAY
"FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT"
TELL ME NOT TA FIGHT?

YER WOT
THERES A FEELIN THA I GET FROM NUTTIN ELSE
AND EVRYTHIN IN THE WORLD
THA MAKES ME FIGHT,FIGHT,FIGHT,FIGHT,FIGHT,FIGHT,FIGHT
OI MEK TURN THE SPEAKERS Up

IVE WAITED FRO SO LONG I CAN EAR MY FAVORITE GUN
SO LETS FIGHT,FIGHT,FIGHT,FIGHT,FIGHT,FIGHT,FIGHT
WHEN ITS LIKE THIS I FEEL LIKE SHOOTIN ALL YOUS
THERES NOTHIN ELSE ID RATHER DOOOOO

I wanna FIGHT
(FIGHT)
I wanna FIGHT
(FIGHT)

I wanna FIGHT
(FIGHT)
I wanna FIGHT
(FIGHT)
I wanna FIGHT
(FIGHT)
I wanna FIGHT
(FIGHT)

I wanna FIGHT
(FIGHT)
I wanna FIGHT
(FIGHT)

repeat

>> No.28100537

>>28100452
A similar pattern, sung primarily on Valhalla
Popular among the general populace around Emperors Day

verse 1

Dashing through the snow (KILL)
In a one tracked chimera (KILL)
O'er the fields we go (KILL)
Laughing all the way(KILLKILLKILL)
Guns on my hull fire (KILL)
Making spirits bright (KILL)
What fun it is to laugh and sing (KILL)
A slaying song tonight (KILLKILLKILL)

>> No.28100562

"I dunno wot you been told
Stormboy mobz is mighty bold
We're da 'ardest of da lot
We make you boyz look like grots"

>> No.28101035

The 'nids they landed on Macragge
Ahroo, ahroo.
The 'nids they landed on Macragge
Ahroo, ahroo
The 'nids they landed on the blue,
A choice they soon would come to rue.
Though the Chapter echoes now the due, Brother, we hardly knew ye.

With las and bolt and bolt and las
Ahroo, ahroo
With las and bolt and bolt and las
Ahroo, ahroo
With las and bolt and sword and fist
Throughout the war you did persist
But no matter your skill, too many to kill.
Brother, we hardly knew ye

Where are the eyes that looked so mild,
Ahroo, ahroo
Where are the eyes that looked so mild,
Ahroo, ahroo
Where are the eyes that looked so mild,
Molten by the Tyranid's bile.
None survived a wound so vile,
Brother, we hardle knew ye

They took yer leg and took yer arm
Ahroo, Ahroo
They took yer leg and took yer arm
Ahroo, ahroo
They took yer leg and took yer arm
Then did ye indescribable harm.
Now yer resting in a coffin warm,
Brother, we hardly knew ye

We're rolling out the guns again,
Ahroo, Ahroo
We're rolling out the guns again,
Ahroo, ahroo
We're rolling out the guns again,
To fight on for the fate of Men
And you will be joining us again,
A dreadnought for to suit ye.

>> No.28101224

Take a look at FMJ, take the cadences and adapt them to the W40K universe.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DEiWXz3BkpA

>> No.28105152

>>28101224
kinda missed the point of the thre4]ad there, didntcha

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