The Mournival's End | A Wh40k Fan Song to Aximand's Death

Help me, Urian Velos, thrive by liking, commenting, and subscribing 🫡! Put your comments below, letting me know what other songs, factions, or ideas you'd like to see covered in my music! "We were the four, the compass points." This is a crushing, melodic doom metal ballad dedicated to the tragedy of 'Little Horus' Aximand and the shattering of the Mournival. Slow, heavy, and drenched in gothic sorrow, this track explores the grief of a brother who watched the light die on Davin and followed his father into the dark. With pounding funereal drums, mournful piano, and a duel between clean baritone vocals and harsh growls, it captures the bitter cost of the Horus Heresy from the eyes of the one who had to kill his brothers. Image Credits: jayzillax -   / dgotjmdtzzi   GET MY SONGS HERE: Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/artist/0Upyz... Apple Music:   / urian-velos   Amazon Music: https://www.amazon.com/music/player/a... SoundCloud:   / urianvelos   SUPPORT THE CHANNEL: Patreon: www.patreon.com/urianvelos LYRICS: (Verse 1) We were the four, the compass points The favored sons, in hallowed joints Of brotherhood, we swore the oath Upon the Vengeful Spirit's growth They called me by his cursed name A shadow born of light and flame A mirror to the face I new Before the lie, before the true end [Chorus] The dream is dead, the brothers fall The Mournival's End! A crimson tide to stain the hall We are the end! This wounded pride, this bitter black There is no turning back! The Mournival is gone. (Verse 2) I saw the change upon his face The light departing from this place On Davin's moon, the serpent's call I watched the greatest of us fall I followed him, in grief and doubt I heard the whispers, then the shout Aximand, the fool, the last His loyalty, a shadow cast [Chorus] The dream is dead, the brothers fall The Mournival's End! A crimson tide to stain the hall We are the end! This wounded pride, this bitter black There is no turning back! The Mournival is gone. [Bridge] Terra's dust. a bitter rain This endless, grinding, pointless pain Loken's ghost. Torgaddon's shade. The awful price, for which we paid We are all already dead. [Outro] A final duel, the Talon's gleam The end of all, the final dream The circle closes, on the blackest sand The last son falls, by his brother's hand Lupercal. My brothers. DISCLAIMER: "This is an unofficial fan-made production. Warhammer 40,000 and all associated marks, names, races, race insignia, characters, vehicles, locations, units, illustrations, and images from the Warhammer 40,000 universe are either ® or TM, and/or © Games Workshop Ltd 2000-2025, variably registered in the UK and other countries around the world. Used without permission. No challenge to their status intended. All Rights Reserved to their respective owners." #Warhammer40k #HorusHeresy #Mournival #SonsOfHorus #DoomMetal #GothicMetal #LittleHorus #Aximand #Warhammer #40k #GamesWorkshop #Grimdark #FanMadeMusic #OriginalMusic #Music Warhammer 40k music, 40k song, Grimdark music, Horus Heresy song, Mournival theme, Doom Metal, Gothic Metal, Little Horus Aximand, Urian Velos music COME SAY HI! Twitter: https://x.com/urianvelos YouTube:    / @urianvelos   Thank you for listening. The Mournival is gone...