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Eons past an angel flew

On great wings, he rode the sky

Carrying him, the wings stayed true

All the while, he rang out a cry

“For the Emperor,” he exclaimed

“For my sons,” he shouted out loud

“And for Mankind!”, he too proclaimed

By blade, no mercy was allowed

A massive sword cut through the hordes

To no enemy was he apologetic

All for a goal he moved towards

The death of xeno, mutant and heretic

For years and years, he flew on wings

Until one day, he met his end

By the lord of all dark kings

Leaving us ever to lament

And so did fair Sanguinius fall

But in spirit he shall ever remain

The impenetrable and golden wall

For faith and might it does contain

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In years past, the wolves were wild

In the forests and frost-bitten lakes

Until one day, came a young child 

Whose destiny was clear; a Wolf King in the makes

The child grew tall, wide, and strong

Under the she-wolf he became savage

But for the world of men did he long

And it came to him in an attempt to ravage

A hundred men came to pillage and raid

While the wolf-man was far away

If any sooner he'd come to their aid

The she-wolf wouldn't have passed away

In blood and snow, the wolf-man came

Covered in gore and guts he slaughtered

Every man, every raider, he would maim

Only by the 100th had his fury faltered

With brothers in tow, the wolf-man walked

Walked to the man village and issued a fight

With a savage fury, he fought as he talked

“Ye milksops will die, for that is my right!”

By the day’s end, 100 more had died

The king of the village eventually came forth

Wielding an axe, on a horse he did ride

And he met this man who came from the north

“Wolf-man”, the king whispered gently and quietly

The wolf-man sneered as he listened further

“Become my son and peace we’ll have rightly”

These solemn oaths were heard by any observer

So did the wolf-man become the king’s son

For years he trained under his watchful wing

Until one day, the king had his final run

And did the wolf-man rise to be king

All hail Russ!

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A long time ago, Vulkan walked the earth

His fury and love burned like a great hearth

Against all odds did he stand strong

Against all who swore to do any wrong

A great green goliath of mythical strength

To save lives, he’d go to any length

Mighty enough to crush all foes

Yet merciful enough to pull his blows

Lord of the forge and of red-hot fire

The one primarch who’d gained no ire

Defender of civilians and heroes alike

Rare it is for his sympathy to not strike

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Silent dread filled the dark lit room

A single word became one's doom

The Lord of Iron had just arrived

And 1 of them had not survived

To war he marshaled unfettered strength

Unbreakable, unstoppable, to any length

A legion of soldiers at his beck and call 

Against all odds did they stand tall

Among his kin, The Breaker stood out

Using all means to win any bout

Leaving worlds broken and shattered

As a result, his legion, battered

Since the bygone days of the Heresy

The Hammer of Olympia has built his legacy

Atop his iron throne does he proclaim

"Perturabo, Lord of Iron… that is my name"

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AAAAAARGH

RAAAAARGH

AAAAAARGH

RAAAAARGH

RAAAAAAAR

GRAAAAAAR

RAAAAAAAR

GRAAAAAAR

GRHAAAAGH

GHARRRGH

GRHAAAAGH

GHARRRGH

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This is the tale of how Nuceria broke

When skies grew dark with ashen smoke

When it was flooded with innumerable tears

Spurred by the horror of a thousand fears

The Lord of Slaughter descended with rage

His savagery and skill untempered by age

With eaters of worlds, the hounds of war

Nuceria was showered in a tide of gore

No slave or noble was spared their life

For in Angron's mind, revenge was rife

No mercy, no respite, was given for all

For in Angron's mind, Nuceria would fall

By early dawn Nuceria had broken

No words of comfort were spoken

For those that lived had bloody hands

And so did he: Lord of The Red Sands

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My fate was long sealed
When I broke my Father's dream
Or so I did think

My fate was long sealed
When I gave myself to Tzeentch
To save my ill sons

My fate was long sealed
Destined to sit on a throne
To power the beacon

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Dunnn dun dun dun dunnn)

(Dunnn dun dun dun dunnn)

Chaos everyday

Mmm-mmm

Chaos everyday, yeah

Mmm-mmm

Chaos everyday

Mmm-mmm

Chaos everyday, yeah

Mmm-mmm

Underneath the corpse

Flesh has sprung a leak

And the Astartes I've trapped

Have all become my pets

And I'm living off of flesh

And the drippings from the dead man

It's okay to eat men

Cause they don't have any feelings

Chaos everyday

Mmm-mmm

Chaos everyday, yeah

Mmm-mmm

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The dark forests are home to many things

Dreadful beasts, spirits, fairies, and more

And among them, there are no dark kings

For there is a single knight; bred for war

He is no mortal man, yet he is no god too

His brother lives, but so do the rest

Now that the galaxy has been split in two

It is time for the 1st son; the very best

The Lion prowls the galaxy in search of prey

With him, he brings the angels of darkness

He has met no enemy that he could not slay

Yet he is not as the legends say; heartless

He wishes for a galaxy united under one Man

One that he could leave in a state of peace

So that he may return to his long-dead clan

To make his dreams and visions cease

But as long as the mutant, xeno, and heretic live

He cannot sheath his sword, lay down his shield

He wonders what more he could possibly give

In search of an answer, faith does he wield

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I was, by far, the greatest of my kin
First by favor, which I would always win
Son of the Emperor, master of war
But those titles were all from before

For now I have ascended in might
And now I bring the darkest night
Entire armies at my beck and call
Soon my Father's Imperium will fall

I bring them freedom from the Emperor's rule
But those who resist make themselves a fool
Each day brings entire sectors for which I gain
Long shall I, The Dark King, ever reign

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"[Archmagos]"

"<Yes?>"

"[Skitarii]=found[ancient transcription]titled[The 11th]"

"[You]=give[transcription]to[me]"

"Here[it]is"

Get your armor on 

Show this galaxy where you belong 

All it takes is a little faith

Believe it

Get your armor on 

Listen to your heart

And feel it beatin' strong

When you're in doubt

Blast your way out

Every time (every time, every time, every time)

Swords up

Let's rock the Webway (the Webway)

This time we'll take the right way (the right way)

What's in you gotta let it out (you gotta let it out)

Dig deep for psychic focus (psychic focus)

Try on your magnum opus (magnum opus)

Stay true

That's what it's all about

Don't let the traitors

Haters, dictators

T-turn you inside out

Don't let 'em bring you down

You've got to move it

Groove it, choose it

Now is the time to prove it

Four, three, two, one

Get your armor on 

Show this galaxy where you belong 

All it takes is a little faith

Believe it

Get your armor on 

Listen to your heart

And feel it beatin' strong

When you're in doubt

Blast your way out

Every time (every time, every time, every time)

"[Adept]=save[transcription]///[transcription]=worth[100 worlds]"

"Command=obliged"

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In years long forgotten, in the days of yore

When their betrayals had nothing to bore

In the years before the Heresy occurred

In the time long before His wrath was incurred

The sons of the XIXth were masters of fear

However that itself did not long adhere

For the Emperor found their long-gone sire

Who saw his legion, whose change was dire

The mirrors of the VIIIth found themselves changed

In light of their lord, who sought all unchained

World to world, spreading freedom of the masses

That was before their might turned to ashes

His legion, his sons, were soon brought to heel

From which their might could never heal

Reduced in number to less than a tenth

A twist of fate that would repeat for nth

Now in years not forgotten, in the Indomitus era 

When the Avenging Son emerged from the bowels of Hera 

The Raven awaits inside the dread spire;

Clawing the door, still sitting, full of ire