No Gods (with apologies to TLC)

[Ascanius]

Nurgle's a guy who loves a fly
And is also known as Grandfather
Always giving us boils and pox
That he grows in his garden, so

No, I don't want your power
No, I don't want you in my mind and
No, I don't wanna know your secrets
No, I don't want none of your lies and

No, I don't want no gods
A god is a thing of the warp and not for me
Reflections of our mortal minds in empyreal tides
Tainting all we could be
(X2)

Well, Khorne's promised a cull, but his threats are kinda dull
And he knows that he will not get my skull
'Cause that red-hot ass on a throne of dirty brass
Ain't in my Emperor's class, so

No, I don't want your power
No, I don't want you in my mind and
No, I don't wanna know your secrets
No, I don't want none of your lies and

No, I don't want no gods
A god is a thing of the warp and not for me
Reflections of our mortal minds in empyreal tides
Tainting all we could be
(X2)

If you're flayed alive and you like it
Oh, Slaanesh, I'm talking to you
If your girl has pink hair and crab claws
Oh, Slaanesh, I'm talking to you
If you're talking pleasure but you really mean pain
Oh, Slaanesh, I'm talking to you
Won't take control and eat my soul
Oh no, I don't want no . . .

No, I don't want no gods
A god is a thing of the warp and not for me
Reflections of our mortal minds in empyreal tides
Tainting all we could be
(X2)

See, you say you'll magically expand my horizons
But you say you're a friend and that means that you lyin'
I don't find it surprising if you don't know the way
To sway me into serving you and giving you praise
So, let me give you nothing to think about
Fortify my mind with intentions to keep you out
The armour of contempt is all that I really need
Your power's nothing set against the imperial creed
You keep promising me something spectacular
Visions oracular, as if I'll crack for ya
With ceramite protection, rejecting your mental connection
Can't affect my direction or compel my defection
Master fate-spinner, if you want to really know
Ask the Emperor imprisoned on the Golden Throne
Between the faith we wield and our ships' Geller fields
You'll never get our souls

No, I don't want no gods
A god is a thing of the warp and not for me
Reflections of our mortal minds in empyreal tides
Tainting all we could be