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As suggested by LordLink, I will post this here as well...
Meaningless! A life so palsied and gaunt;
I have led one more splendid and fierce by far,
I crossed the mighty, the strongest men Iâ€™d taunt,
My mistress was Death and my master was War.
With my strength at its peak and honour unflawed,
I once danced to the pipes of the Laughing God.
The Sword Dance, the Death Dance, I mastered them well,
I sang to the lyre, played dreams on the harp,
But my brothers and sisters eventually fell,
To the child of our vice reaching out from the Warp.
Though the star-light itself at my sanity gnawed,
I still danced to the pipes of the Laughing God.
We are damned, even Isha cannot lend grace,
Yet hope lives with the diamond-patterned jesters,
Through the Webway they still aid our dying race,
Death comes to the places where Slaanesh festers!
When the Swordwind is silent, the Path outlawed,
Theyâ€™ll still dance to the pipes of the Laughing God.
Warhammer Fantasy: Warriors of Chaos, High Elves
Warhammer 40k: Eldar, Space Marines, Orks