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Exploring Warhammer 40k Abhumans was a wild ride, there's not a ton of info for many, but still enough to explore at least 9 different kinds of strange.

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Lyrics:

Gather round, guardsmen, these are nine lives on the front lines
Imperium calls'em mutants, but we all bleed for Him just fine
From every corner of the galaxy, outcasts one and all
When the Emperor needs soldiers, these abhumans heed the call!

Felinids stalk on silent paws with eyes like twin las-beams
They'll slit a throat before you know, was it all just a dream?
Longshanks too tall for trenches, easy marks they said
But those long legs outran the swarm, and kept our supply lines fed

Navigators with third eyes unveiled, their minds completely bent
They guide us through the Warp until their sanity is spent
Ooo Ogryns, mama knows they can hold the line alone
Can't spell the Emperor's name, but still he'll die to guard His throne

Oooh, nine lives on the front lines, standin' side by side
Mutant blood and twisted genes, but they fight with loyal pride
So when you see them, guardsmen, don't you turn away
For in His name, they might die today

Beastmen smell tha warp-taint stench, the reek of rotten prayer
they'll charge straight through hell without a thought to cleanse the demon's lair
Afriel Strain with perfect genes, cloned from heroes past
Their skill's unmatched, their aim is true, but good luck never lasts

Ratlings nicked my rations clean and drank the Captain's gin
But bless those little runts, that last shot blew out ten shins
Nightsiders pale as bleached bone with eyes like pools of ink
They spot an ambush ahead before you can even blink

and Gland Warriors ain't really troops, but weapons made of meat
But when you need a bloodbath, son, they simply can't be beat
So when you see them, guardsmen, painting trenches red
Remember, in His name, they're already dead

Nine different kinds of broken, nine different kinds of strange
But when the enemy comes marchin', they're standin' in our range!

Guardsmen, are you ready!
Keep your las-gun steady!
and Glory for the first man to die!
Glory for the first man to die!
Glory for the first man to die!
Glory for the first man to die!
Glory for the first man to die!

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