Warhammer 40K

His malice holds greater purpose than we knew Roamed pylon fields have been discovered on many worlds all unmade by the Despoiler They contain the Eye of Terror No more The pylons must be safeguarded They are our only weapon against the encroachment of chaos But I need time to study Go Make your studies May the emperor guide you I mean you But you are an abomination prefer honored guests But abomination or not you and I have common cause Logic dictates otherwise Then you don't seek to understand the nature of this matrix You comprehend its secrets I was there when they first awakened Or perhaps I wasn't Memory is such a fickle thing Neither of us desires to see this galaxy ripped asunder by the imperial ones Destroy me if you wish Nothing will change For me For you For this world Show me