Raging chaos,
boiling anger, seething pain,
shimmering shards prepared for the final eruption.
Trembling masses shook, tension seethed.
The inevitable was close at hand,
Only few would stand strong.
Honor above all else,
Tradition stretching eons,
Unwavering loyalty,
Mystical wisdom,
And utter darkness,
held sabre beams high.
The black void of space,
The deep recesses of the mind,
the very earth beneath our boots,
ours to conquer.
And upon that blanket of the purest dark,
may the blood of conquered foes forever stain.
And within the deepest inner thought,
may haunting echoes forever linger.
And upon every inch of land,
may our honor stand.
Warriors of wisdom, honor and might,
ignite the crimson beam of victory,
to reign over the stars.