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The Emperor’s Light
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Darkness, closing in on all sides I guess, we're in for a wild ride Chance is, whether we live or die We will return, to the emperor's light We gaze on a blazing Cadia, and the remains, of they who stayed there We'll take this to the great rift, crusade against invaders here If there's a beaten path, we'll stray off, 'til we've beaten back the chaos In an aggrieved imperium, only the really grievous tactics pay off We've strolled so far, from Ultramar, we might just fall apart Hope those bolts will hold, and won't just blow, like Bolter blasts False alarm, of course we'll force your arm, and cause some harm On course, to fill corroded souls with holes, like some unholy autograph Giving scars, to the darkest of Eldar, killing Drukhari, for Marneus Calgar Certain angels are dark, and have fell far, but we're still fighting, with half of our health bar No healing baths, for the shell shock, this rift's pretty far from a health spa At most, no stars on hotels, our apartments are just kind of a cell block Is that a battle barge Or in fact a massive Travelodge? Hear the battle cry of a natural god I can ride no handle bars Battle scarred, I've battled hard Putting Maggotkin back in the tackle box Like an atom bomb, to a cattle prod My knack for rhyme's, an actual farce Darkness, closing in on all sides I guess, we're in for a wild ride Chance is, whether we live or die We will return, to the emperor's light They are, tearing holes through our hull Chaos, like a bolt to a skull Pray now, that our resolve will hold 'Til we're nothing but a floating hulk These watchers are heartless, see us lost in the darkness, for real nothing can startle us The fleet suffered losses, and countless of us are carcasses, officers downed While hostiles surround us, we're indomitable, these are just common encounters We will not run aground, you'll hear historiters tell of us, chronicles troubled with doubt But one thing is obvious now: we're the ones you struggle without For forty-one thousand orbits around Sol, we'll assault 'til the warp is our realm 'Til the souls of our foes all drown, or fall to the ground, it's our ultimate vow We're the Ultramarines, the emperor's sword is unsheathed On any unfortunate beings, resulting to means, that insult or demean, our dearest leader You'll feel the fear, as fleets of soldiers elite, appear from Ether Peer beneath the sole of your feet, and see the ground just melt around you A planet's skull is weak, but the soil beneath it is bounteous So count your blessings, lest you get a dressing down, form Adepta Sororitas Intercepting heretical horrors, prevent them assembling followers The sisters of battles' particular knack, is for pimping out tanks, into Sistine Chapels Similarly, send me sixteen smilies, I'll send back sixteen pristine raptures Fear not, there's a reason we were sent here Xenos, and Ezekyle's demons needing censure We will, never sleep, never surrender We'll keep defeating heathen legions, if it please our dear emperor Darkness, closing in on all sides I guess, we're in for a wild ride Chance is, whether we live or die We will return, to the emperor's light Will war and terror be, all you ever see? It's been this way, since the Horus Heresy Even in space there were walls of enemies The more the merrier, bring them all, I'm ready chief We're done with talking, send a couple of Thunderhawks in Come on, we're going to lunge at Gork's Grin, and shove a cork in We brought in reinforcements, the important names of ages Whose stories of warding Horus's forces, adorn the Black Library's pages Are we giving up? Not today, one last shot through the lost crusade This ship will rip through the rift, like a whip to a wrist, or a moth through flame Who the man? Guilliman, barely human now Mother Nature's screwed, no pulling out Run around, killing the Tyranid, T'au Fill them with rounds, whatever they're giving, we're giving it out Never giving in, doesn't matter whether or now We're like imperial fists, digging and giving them hell Sticking it out without trigger discipline, trigger finger blistering, ow It's a mystery, how the flipping hell we're still about, still in the bout While they're ringing the bell, we stick around, stick to our ground No d**king around, we're going to get out the predicament, amid a thickening cloud, of sickening sound So you better be listening out, particularly well Else you'll be missing out, wow, flipping hell Who is the emperor's chosen poet? Well now, there isn't any doubt Darkness, closing in on all sides I guess, we're in for a wild ride Chance is, whether we live or die We will return, to the emperor's light Darkness, closing in on all sides I guess, we're in for a wild ride Chance is, whether we live or die We will return, to the emperor's light
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