- Too long _ Feb.3.25

The sky’s aflame with warp-born fire,
The Thirteenth Black Crusade draws nigher.
Trenches dug in Cadia’s soil,
Lasguns charged, we bleed, we toil.
Artillery roars, the earth does shake,
For the Emperor’s will, what hells we’ll make.
But the stars themselves scream “Flee, withdraw!”
When Gods and Daemons are your foe. 

We stand our ground, we die as one,
No retreat, no mercy, no setting sun.
Cadia falls, but the Guard holds true,
For the Throne, we’ll see this through.

Daemons howl and traitors roar,
Iron Warriors breach the wall,
Under Creed's command, we stand tall.
No retreat, no final prayer—
Just las-flash to fill the air.

The Gate is shattered, yet we fight.
“The planet broke!” the galaxy cries—
“But not the Guard!” our dead reply.
A billion voices cry our name,
In death, we stoke the Imperium’s flame.

We stand our ground, we die as one,
No retreat, no mercy, no setting sun.
Cadia falls, but the Guard holds true,
For the Throne, we’ll see this through.

"You broke the rock. You split the core.
But here’s the truth your Chaos fears:
Cadia’s not a world…
…it’s a war."

No Ground Left to Hold

Obeleone

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