Warhammer 40.000 chaos.
We are the members of Khorne.
Khorne is the Chaos God of blood, war and martial valour. He acts outwardly by seeking the deaths of others, preferring close combat over ranged weaponry, and the only things he respects are strength and martial prowess. As such, he is completely opposed to the decadent Slaanesh. He is both the eldest and most powerful Chaos God.

Khorne is described as an extremely well-muscled, horned, beast-headed monster that stands hundreds of feet tall, seated on a brass throne atop a mountain of skulls in a field of splintered bones and lakes of blood and wielding a terrible sword, a weapon said to be so powerful that a single slash from it can tear open rifts in time and space, and destroy worlds with a stroke. The skulls are described as belonging to both his victims and his worshippers alike, as Khorne cares not from whom the blood flows, only that it does. Khorne's personal rune takes the shape of a stylised skull. Khorne's sacred number is 8. He and his followers abhor magic, and have wargear specifically made to punish those who rely on it. His followers, likewise, have zero affinity for magic.
In Warhammer 40,000, the Chaos Space Marines who worship Khorne are known as "Berserkers". They typically come from the World Eaters Legion but are not exclusive to that legion. Or to put it another way; all world eaters are berserkers but not all berserkers are from the world eaters legion. Once used as shock troops in the armies of the Imperium, the Legion fell into the worship of Khorne, turning from hardened warriors into blood-frenzied psychopaths that only live to kill.

The Great Blood-Fortress of Khorne is always geared for war. Massive forges and factories ring with the hammering of steel, and daemons pick up sword and axes, and don sheets of chainmail, which soon sink under their flesh, leaving bloody and tattered skin behind. Extending from the cliff high Iron walls, great sheets of fresh skin, both human and alien, flutter in a never ending gale, and a sea of splintered bones and half gnawed gobbets of meat extend for miles around the gates. Within is a massive pile of skulls that stretch into the raging sky, and upon the bone mountain is the Throne of the Blood God, Khorne.
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!
SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!
Common war cry for the followers of Khorne.
Khorne will be glad to see that we, followers of him, favor him this much.

It is only a matter of time, to the great Khorne arrives on this planet and show fear to those who dont favor him. And we, my brothers..... WE, HELP HIM CRUSH THOSE WHO STANDS IN HIS WAY! SPACE MARINES, GREEN SKINS, XENOS! ALL WILL FEAR KHORNES WRATH!!!!

Blood for the Blood God!

Skulls for the Skull Throne!

Death to the False Emperor!

LET THE GALAXY BURN!!!

All those who follow Khorne, and know someone who says "milk to the khorne flakes"..... kill them, maim them and burn them......

P.S. need a E at the group name