I only have the first verse, so far, but here you go, I call it, "Ballad of an Imperial officer"
His palms are sweaty, bayonets fixed, heavy bolters ready
Guardsmen on the firing step already, aim is steady
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To take command, but he keeps on forgetting
What the general wrote down, the artillery's so loud
He opens his mouth, but prayers are all that come out
He's choking, how, everybody's firing now
A stray shot hits, his life's over, blaow!
Snap back to reality, oh, there goes strategy
Oh, the whole hive city's toast
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy? No
He won't have it, the line, he can hold, but he hopes
It won't shatter, it's close, he knows that, but xenos
Just won't scatter, he knows, when he goes back to his mobile post, that's when it's
Back in command again, yo, this whole regiment
Better go capture the trench again and hope the Throne's with them.

I always just assumed it was a metaphor. Who's to say that a day to God doesn't last millions of years on Earth?

Is it really that bad? Was T.J. Miller's performance passable, at least?

I've never understood why religious groups dislike games and stuff like Doom. I mean, the point is to go around destroying demons, so what's the problem?

Nah, there's actually a lot of rude Canadians, but they're stealthy about it. They don't often insult you directly, but instead will just talk about how much better they are, or how much better their stuff is.

If you want black people featured, make your own fuckin' movie and feature black people, numb nuts.