A roaring screaming death,
Blood, on sand,
The throne hammer met.
A futile gasping breath,
Grasping the sun in hand,
A fragile world beset.
A warrior, might and strength,
A war as yet unplanned,
Arms ready, legs set,
Astartes go to war.

A roaring screaming death,
Blood, on sand,
The throne hammer met.
A futile gasping breath,
Grasping the sun in hand,
A fragile world beset.
A warrior, might and strength,
A war as yet unplanned,
Arms ready, legs set,
Astartes go to war.
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