The Silent Hand - Officio Assassinorum 40K Song

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AI generated song about the Officio Assassinorum

*Song Title: "The Silent Hand"**

*(Verse 1)*
In the shadows, they move unseen,
A whispered name, a deadly scheme,
The Officio calls, the kill is near,
Silent footsteps, no one to fear.

Masters cloaked in shadow’s grace,
Veiled behind the Emperor's face,
Their hands are steady, hearts are cold,
The tale of vengeance, long untold.

*(Chorus)*
Officio Assassinorum, the dagger’s flight,
In the dark of the endless night,
A whisper, a breath, the world does end,
In the name of the Emperor, they transcend.
No place to hide, no place to flee,
They hunt the guilty, set them free.

*(Verse 2)*
From Mount Vengeance, the pact was made,
Six directors in the dark they stayed,
A secret force, their names erased,
In shadows deep, their path is traced.

Vindicare strikes with lethal aim,
Eversor’s rage, a deadly flame,
Culexus hides in minds so blind,
Vanus weaves the threads that bind.

*(Chorus)*
Officio Assassinorum, the dagger’s flight,
In the dark of the endless night,
A whisper, a breath, the world does end,
In the name of the Emperor, they transcend.
No place to hide, no place to flee,
They hunt the guilty, set them free.

*(Bridge)*
Through the wars, through the heresy,
Failed attempts, yet still they see,
Horus fell, but they did not rest,
The shadows rise to do their best.

The War of the Beast, the fall of the Lords,
Vangorich’s wrath, the Assassin’s sword,
The anarchy screams, but they remain,
The silent force, the eternal stain.

*(Verse 3)*
The temples watch, their secrets kept,
A silent oath, in blood they’re swept,
The Senate calls, the execution’s due,
An agent's life, the chosen few.

Inquisition’s eyes, they cannot see,
The assassin’s truth, the shadow’s plea,
To kill, to end, for the greater cause,
The Silent Hand obeys no laws.

*(Chorus)*
Officio Assassinorum, the dagger’s flight,
In the dark of the endless night,
A whisper, a breath, the world does end,
In the name of the Emperor, they transcend.
No place to hide, no place to flee,
They hunt the guilty, set them free.

*(Outro)*
For the Emperor, they will rise,
Silent whispers, cold and wise,
The Officio's will, the assassin’s creed,
In the dark, they plant the seed.
Officio Assassinorum, forever free.