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

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 dicking 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