For seven years our empires favourite son
has turned from the light of our sovereign goals
two hundred years work has become undone
the forces are mighty under traitor control
half of the legions
third of the guard
uncounted regions
no person unscarred
a deadly path home
no resolution
the void they roam
no absolution
at Saturn a monstrous fleet
our brothers surrender their lives
and suffer certain defeat
by the thousands they died
the fateful news relayed
the traitors are coming
their fleet is barely delayed
no victory forthcoming
from above Emperor's speech
defend the palace
of our lord's fury teach
hearts formed of malice
from orbit canons reach
and scar the holy surface
end this madness the subjects beseech
of all the cruelty this is the furthest
the forces of greed have corrupted their souls
the enemy has landed
and the virtues they used to extol
now lie abandoned
the Primarchs they stand and with us hold the line
side by side Astartes and man
sworn by oath, loyalty enshrined
with our bodies we form a dam
fifty-five days
no ammo, no food
commanders survey
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