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
continue to feud
victory slips through their grip
hundreds of Astartes on the attack
our saviours go aboard their great ship
the thunder of guns forces them back
the great horrors they see
with tentacles and maws
should, by reckoning, impossible be
these creatures forever abhorred
across the arch-traitor but a man has sought
a brave man of the name Ollanus Pius
to view the Emperor distraught
and lay at his feet his son of blood
against Horus a man is no match
to protect his lord is Pius' task
a fatal blow does he catch
in his lords majesty he did bask
in humanities name did the Emperor slew
in mind and body
the greatest son he knew
over the death of a simple squaddie