Jaghatai Khan - I Ride | Metal Song | Warhammer 40k

The anthem of Jaghatai Khan, the Primarch of the White Scars, master of lightning-fast warfare and hit-and-run tactics in Warhammer 40K. Known for his Mongol-inspired heritage, he leads with speed, precision, and absolute independence.

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Note: This video is fan made and not official.
The song and the art are AI generated as follows:

Song:
Lyrics - The lyrics and theme were developed by me, "The Automatic Singer." ChatGPT was used for creative ideation and lyric refinement.
Music + vocals - Suno.
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Video:
Art - Dall-E + Midjourney
Image to video - Runway
Editing - CapCut

[Verse 1]
I came with speed, not flags or drums
They fear the laughter when it comes
Victory didn’t ask for grace
Only blood and steady pace

[Pre-Chorus]
Our Legion fought through every length
With only the will to ride freely
The Emperor has given us strength
In return we give him victory!

[Chorus]
Warriors! Brothers of the Great Tribe!
We strike with the wind at our side
Cut once, move fast, do not bide
I was made for this, I ride!

[Verse 2]
More lies beneath heaven than battle's end
Some fight for cause, some just pretend
Let them deceive, we answer never (NEVER!)
We may fall back, but not forever!

[Pre-Chorus]
We could have turned away, and did not
No gift or threat could make us rot
We followed what we always knew
You hear me? We remained true!

[Chorus]
Warriors! Brothers of the Great Tribe!
We strike with the wind at our side
Cut once, move fast, do not bide
I was made for this, I ride!

[Bridge]
Your Legion may be free now
We both know, the change will come
The filth you spread will choke you too
Fool! You bargained, the price is due
You’ve tasted the bitter fruits of treachery
Sunk deep into hypocrisy
All the lies fed one another
You’re on your own, brother!

[Chorus]
Warriors! Brothers of the Great Tribe!
We strike with the wind at our side
Cut once, move fast, do not bide
I was made for this, I ride!

[Chorus]
Warriors! Brothers of the Great Tribe!
We strike with the wind at our side
Cut once, move fast, do not bide
We were made for this, we ride!

[Outro]
There is nowhere left to hide
The web distorts past the tide
The way is drawn in pure finality
I shall hunt in every plane of reality