The Emperor's Light - Dan Bull

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