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The Hunt for the Hunter and the Judgment of the Judge

[Intro — low choir, organ, distant bells]

In the shadow of dying worlds,
Where the Warp whispers every name,
I forged my answer out of blood,
Out of iron, death and flame.

Trust not the hand that holds the blade,
Trust not the one who passes sentence.
Today you came to deal out death —
Tomorrow, death will come for you.

[Choir]
Venatio! Venator!
The hunt has now begun.
Iudicium! Iudex!
The judgment comes for everyone.

[Verse I — orchestra building]

Five ships emerge from out of the dark,
Then ten, then more beyond the stars.
They bring the plague, they bring the dead,
But death awaits them just ahead.

Shells tear through the empty void,
Plasma melts their ancient steel.
Torpedoes carve the asteroid field,
While the Warp begins to breathe.

I see a path where none exists,
I make the Warp itself obey.
The ship disappears into the storm —
And strikes the heart of its prey.

[Chorus — full choir]

The hunt for the hunter!
The beast has met its beast.
The hunt for the hunter!
Who owns the right to kill?

The judgment of the judge!
The throne becomes the court.
The judgment of the judge!
You passed your sentence on the world —
Now hear your own.

[Verse II — heavy rhythm, male choir]

The Styx emerges from the stones,
Trusting armour, guns and fire.
But ancient steel cannot conceal
The will of one who stands higher.

Melta strikes into its heart,
Macro guns tear open the hull.
One more salvo — and the magazines
Become a funeral sun.

And if my warriors fall in flame,
Then death shall have no final claim.
I raise my fallen from the dead —
And make their deaths serve me again.

[Bridge — whispered choir]

But on Footfall waits another court,
And there the executioner stands.

Hooks hang from the walls,
The streets are drowning in fear.
She sits upon her throne
And calls her slaughter justice.

She thinks the power is hers.
She thinks the fear obeys.
There is only one thing she does not know:

She is already condemned.

[Verse III — female choir + deep male vocal]

She judges sinners without end,
She tastes their flesh, she tastes their minds.
But standing behind her throne
Is a shadow of another kind.

Chorda does not command her throne.
Chorda does not control her fate.
Another voice speaks through her mind,
Another hand has sealed her fate.

But another will now meets mine.

[Music stops]

I break the seal.
I sever the chain.
Her mind is hers again —
But her fate is no longer her own.

[Final Chorus — massive choir, organ, bells]

The hunt for the hunter!
The blade turns back around.
The hunt for the hunter!
The hunter becomes the prey.

The judgment of the judge!
The executioner stands trial.
The judgment of the judge!
The one who dealt out death
Shall hear the sentence read.

Venatio Venatoris!
Let the fire speak!

Iudicium Iudicis!
Let the throne now break!

[Epilogue — slow, almost a cappella]

You thought that you were the devourer.
You thought that you were strong.
You thought the souls of other men
Would feed your power all along.

But gods are hungry too.

The Imperium — their herd.
The worlds — their pasture.
The soul — their bread.

And she who called herself the Judge
Now stands before the blade.

[Final whisper]

The hunt is over.

The judgment is passed.

The hunter has fallen.

The judge is condemned.

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# Venatio in Venatorem et Iudicium de Iudice

**Verse I:**

I sent my orders through the silent dark,
While Port Wander drowned in chaos' spark.
Loyalty purchased, rivers of gold redrawn,
My faithful stand aside — the battle's not their dawn.
Chorda's on her knees, her colonies in ash,
The Drukhari burned their sun to cinder and to crash.
And I weave the web, unseen as warp-born shade,
Every step she takes — a step that I have laid.

**Chorus:**

Hunt for the hunter — the law in my blood,
Judgment upon the judge — no mercy, no flood.
The Throne of Biomancy waits for living flesh,
The genestealer patriarch cannot escape the mesh.
*Venatio! Iudicium!*
Who judges the judge stands above the gods.
*Venatio! Iudicium!*
From the ash of dynasties, I build my rods.

**Verse II:**

Apex Predator tears the warp like a wound,
Aurora screams, to the immaterium bound.
Five "Infidel" raiders — chaff, a lure, a feint,
Behind the asteroid field, the true wolves paint.
Lance batteries, melta, plasma, "Star Hawk" wings —
Heresy-era relics, my wrathful offerings.
Three volleys — they're gone. Molten shrapnel flies
Into the void, becoming silver in dead skies.

**Chorus:**

Hunt for the hunter — the law in my blood,
Judgment upon the judge — no mercy, no flood.
The Styx emerges from shadow, heavy as a tomb,
But my warp-jump's not retreat — it's a bloom
*In their face!* Right between the broadsides' fire,
Macro-cannons driving through the prow like a pyre.
*Magazine detonation.* Light. Silence falls.
An illumination of death — my aurora calls.

**Verse III:**

Footfall greets with noose and iron hook,
Chorda sits her throne, inhaling, spent and shook.
A laborer's stim, the canister run dry,
Behind her back — the puppet, Tzeentch's lullaby.
She sentences the sinners, scoops their brains with a spoon,
"Taste the thoughts of criminal spawn!" — her twisted tune.
But I've already severed every controlling thread,
She's vulnerable now. She's mine instead.

**Bridge:**

Magos Februs counts his many arms,
Galvanic batteries, arc-rifles, genetic charms.
The Throne of Biomancy awaits its first cry of meat,
The Beggar Princes' cult — my harvest, sweet.
Not mutants. Not abominations. Templates.
My astartes. My legions. My fates.
The patriarch's kiss — not death, but a key,
I'll rewrite them all. I am the new decree.

**Verse IV:**

Snape and Daphne descend to Janus below,
A metamorphagus decoction — their last bestow.
And I remain in hangar-dark alone,
Where tech-priests chant before the machine-spirit throne.
Incense, litanies, a binary psalm,
Digital communion — every gesture, every calm.
I count the cultists, mark them one by one,
The branch's time is ending. The reckoning's begun.

**Final Chorus:**

Hunt for the hunter — my eternal creed,
Judgment upon the judge — I am all I need.
Chorda thinks she sentences — but she is the sentenced,
The Architect's agent has her soul incensed,
Ready to devour. But I will be first.
I'll take the dynasty. Quench her thirst.
Become the blood that runs through foreign veins.
*All she ever built — becomes my domain.*

**Outro (whispered):**

*The Imperium is a herd, fattened for the slaughter.*
*Chaos doesn't want victory. Chaos wants the harvest.*
*But I am not Chaos. I am not the Imperium.*
*I am the one who judges them both.*
*…And hunts.*

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*"Venatio in Venatorem et Iudicium de Iudice"*
*Chapter Seventy-Six. End.*

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**Title:** *Venatio in Venatorem (The Hunter Hunted)*  
**Genre:** Industrial / Symphonic Black Metal  
**POV:** The dynasty lord — hunter, manipulator, self-made god.

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**(Verse 1)**  
I bought their officers with gold and lies,  
While Port Stranger burned beneath red skies.  
My servants stood aside, let loyalists bleed,  
I sowed the silence, I planted the seed.  
The flow of coin, the web of debt,  
A rival dynasty I'll soon forget.  
Chorda's sun is cold and dead,  
Her colonies shattered, her future bled.

**(Chorus)**  
Venatio in Venatorem!  
I hunt the hunters, I judge the judge.  
Venatio in Venatorem!  
The warp is mine, I will not budge.  
You wear a crown of broken glass,  
Your gavel falls, but I will pass.  
The hunter's trap is set for thee —  
The prey becomes the victory.

**(Verse 2)**  
On Janus, bones and iron sing,  
The Biomantic Throne is birthing.  
Genestealer blood, a kiss, a chain,  
I'll turn your children, break your reign.  
The Patriarch sleeps in my hull,  
His children's minds are mine to pull.  
Snape and Daphne walk the ground,  
Where dead men rise without a sound.

**(Chorus)**  
Venatio in Venatorem!  
I hunt the hunters, I judge the judge.  
Venatio in Venatorem!  
The warp is mine, I will not budge.  
You wear a crown of broken glass,  
Your gavel falls, but I will pass.  
The hunter's trap is set for thee —  
The prey becomes the victory.

**(Verse 3)**  
The Apex Praetor tears the void,  
Your raiders are but toys destroyed.  
A Styx burns bright, its spine is cracked,  
My lance batteries leave nothing intact.  
You thought to hide behind the stone,  
But I am flesh and warp and throne.  
I pull the mines, I break the spell,  
Your Tzeentch puppet sinks to hell.

**(Bridge)**  
You sit on Footfall, drunk on fear,  
A stimulant to keep you near.  
You eat the thoughts of broken men,  
But you will never judge again.  
The priest you wear is not your own,  
The Changer's mask has been dethroned.  
I am the hunter, I am the night,  
I am the god you cannot fight.

**(Guitar solo)**

**(Chorus)**  
Venatio in Venatorem!  
I hunt the hunters, I judge the judge.  
Venatio in Venatorem!  
The warp is mine, I will not budge.  
You wear a crown of broken glass,  
Your gavel falls, but I will pass.  
The hunter's trap is set for thee —  
The prey becomes the victory.

**(Outro)**  
So bring your plagues, your blades, your lies,  
Your Chaos gods with hollow eyes.  
The Imperium is feed and field,  
But I will make the reaper yield.  
My fallen officers rise anew,  
In clone-flesh they serve me true.  
Venatio in Venatorem...  
Iudicium de Iudice...  
The hunter dies. The judge is me.[/spoiler]

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Песни по фрагментам главы 77

1. Фрагмент: наступление Хаоса по сектору (Агатус Арчидес, Веабос VI, контраст Аргенты и Чорды)

"Sector in Flames"
Symphonic war metal, dissonant brass stabs, tribal war drums, dual male/female vocal, 150 BPM, minor key, relentless

[Verse 1]
A ship of chains, an altar built from steel
Portals scream where severed souls still kneel
A thousand throats feed one unblinking gate
While distant worlds don't know they share this fate

[Verse 2]
Veabos burns, the shells stop coming through
Foulstone stands where one sword cuts right through
The huntress falls upon her enemy's throat
While elsewhere, someone plays as if they wrote

[Chorus]
One holds the line, one holds the stage
One feeds the fire while one feeds the rage
No banner tells you who will bleed the same
Only the harvest knows who's truly to blame

[Bridge]
Ice takes the ones forgotten in the dark
The director claps while cities lose their spark
Every world's a stage, every stage a grave
The difference is — who chose to be brave

[Chorus]
One holds the line, one holds the stage
One feeds the fire while one feeds the rage
No banner tells you who will bleed the same
Only the harvest knows who's truly to blame

[Outro]
Sector wide, the balance barely holds
One more gate, and no one's story's told

2. Фрагмент: битва Апостола с безумным магосом Слаанеш

"The Feast That Would Not Die"
Industrial death metal, distorted vox modulator, mechanical screeching, D minor, 130 BPM

[Verse 1]
Rebuilt from ash on holy iron ground
The Apostle's oath in gears and flesh is bound
Across the void a broken mirror stands
A magos drowned in the Prince's greedy hands

[Verse 2]
Fed on plenty, gorged past any pain
He should be dead — but pleasure feeds again
Too rich a rot to touch, too sweet to claim
The sacred bond refuses such a stain

[Chorus]
IT WILL NOT DIE! IT WILL NOT FALL!
Bloated glory answers no true call!
Between two faiths a battlefield is drawn
One priest of iron, one thing gone beyond

[Bridge]
No feast of union, no communion here
Only refusal, only bladed fear
Some prizes rot the hand that dares to hold
The wise Apostle leaves this filth untold

[Outro]
Let it starve where no god feeds it more
The war moves on. It shuts the door.

3. Фрагмент: Футфолл, воскрешение, обелиски на Райкад Минорис

"The Second Door"
Dark ambient hymn, deep choir, mechanical heartbeat percussion, ethereal synth, 65 BPM, sacred and clinical

[Verse 1]
Take the blood, the marrow and the name
Sleep is not the ending, only the frame
Somewhere far a body waits in stone
Grown in silence, empty, still — your own

[Verse 2]
Die in service, fall upon the field
The obelisk remembers what you yield
No prayer needed, only proof of worth
A second door, a second kind of birth

[Chorus]
We do not mourn, we only count the cost
Nothing precious here is ever lost
Fall today and rise tomorrow whole
Stronger, wiser — bring the others' toll

[Bridge]
Some come back with eyes that gleam anew
Some just wait — their number never due
The chosen rise at once, reborn, refined
The rest will queue — such is the master's mind

[Outro]
No heaven waits, no golden throne
Just a door. And past the door — a home.

4. Фрагмент: Талия и Кибелла — угроза одержимости, план с ритуальным вызовом

"Loop of Borrowed Time"
Tense electronic ambient, glitching psychic pulse, whispered female vocals, ticking clock percussion, minor key

[Verse 1]
Something's turned inside his sleeping skull
A god has poured a hand where none was full
No one screams, no sign, no smoke, no flame
Just a man who isn't wearing his own name

[Verse 2]
She weaves a week where only hours run
A lie so deep the dreamer thinks it's won
"Prove your right," she whispers, "take the test" —
A challenge built to buy the rest a rest

[Chorus]
Time's a cage we're building as we speak
One more hour, one more day to seek
He does not know the clock was never real
Just a loop of borrowed time to steal

[Bridge]
Second in rank, first to hold the knife
She plays her part to save the others' life
No hate, no fear — only cold design
A sister's hand across a bleeding line

[Outro]
Somewhere he dreams a week that never was
While real time asks — do we have enough?