Alaspoor Mordrak! I knew him, Huron; a fellow of infinite ghosts.
Of most precise deepstriking;
he hath borne me on his Geller Field a thousand times;
and now how abhorred in my imagination it it!
My army list rims at it.
Here hung that daemonhammer that I have kissed
I know not how oft.
Where be your spawning spectres now?
Your teleportation?
Your prayers?
Your firsts to the fray that were wont to set the table on a roar?
Not turn one now,
to mock your own revenge?
Quite codex-excluded?

- Lament to Mordrak, Cadian 512th, August 2014