The Blessed and the Cursed

NOTE: You need to have at least a basic understanding of the Warhammer 40,000 universe to get this; and even then, this is highly non-canonical, so suspend your disbelief for a second.

To my fellow Inquisitors;

''Since I returned from my investigations of the craftworld the Eldar called Aetheyrabel, many of the more Radical elements of our order have been pestering me for the prophecy I obtained there. Despite the fact that it dates back to the height of the Eldar civilization, and the thousands of xenos that died to protect it, it seems to me to be a worthless piece of fluff; though it predicts the rise of humans and greenskins, the predictions it makes are impossible. A peaceful Ork? Hah! Nevertheless, I have found myself tiring of ceaseless blabbering, so here I present the translated form of this worthless document.''


 * Our craftworlds shall fall to dust,
 * Our might destroyed by power lust,
 * And the galaxy shall plunge into endless war.
 * But in this age of darkness,
 * Three shall rise up,
 * And bear are beacon for all.
 * For they are the Blessed and the Cursed,
 * The greatest and the worst,
 * Of all that are.


 * As the galaxy is leveled,
 * The Warp shall open up,
 * The seeds of corruption shall be sown.
 * They shall be conceived of love,
 * Born of evil,
 * Destined to do good.
 * For they are the Blessed and the Cursed,
 * The greatest and the worst,
 * Of all that are.


 * They shall be born separate,
 * They shall be joined together,
 * Each contrary to his race:
 * The Ork who loves peace,
 * The Human who loves freedom,
 * The Eldar who loves rebirth.
 * For they are the Blessed and the Cursed,
 * The greatest and the worst,
 * Of all that are.


 * Together, they shall form
 * A peaceful, separate state,
 * Where all may live free.
 * And as the years pass by,
 * They shall become known
 * As kings amongst beings.
 * For they are the Blessed and the Cursed,
 * The greatest and the worst,
 * Of all that are.


 * The endless Tyranids,
 * The Warped Daemons,
 * The evil Necrons,
 * The sadistic Dark Ones,
 * All shall they fight,
 * All shall they defeat.
 * For they are the Blessed and the Cursed,
 * The greatest and the worst,
 * Of all that are.


 * Into crucibles galaxy-wide,
 * The three shall plunge,
 * Braving endless madness and pain.
 * Though two shall skim insanity,
 * And one shall nearly die,
 * They shall all remain intact and wonderous.
 * For they are the Blessed and the Cursed,
 * The greatest and the worst,
 * Of all that are.


 * But in their endless glory,
 * The sparks of Chaos shall ignite,
 * And will start a raging inferno.
 * The galaxy shall fell the weight of their rage,
 * And, later,
 * The weight of their sorrow.
 * For they are the Blessed and the Cursed,
 * The greatest and the worst,
 * Of all that live


 * And so the galaxy shall nearly die,
 * By their hands, in mindless retribution.
 * But they will remember.
 * And so, in their endless grief,
 * They shall sentence themselves to walk the void,
 * Ever dead, ever giving life.
 * For they are the Blessed and the Cursed,
 * The greatest and the worst,
 * Of all that are.


 * Heed this tale, children, heed it and watch,
 * For these three heroes, resplendent in power,
 * Repentant in sin.
 * Keep watch for the impostors,
 * And never be fooled;
 * The galaxy depends on your vigilance.
 * For they are the Blessed and the Cursed,
 * The greatest and the worst,
 * Of all that live