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Twisted decadence and Damned Desires,
Souls Lost To The Darkest Indulgences.
Flowing Free From A Million Bloodied Wounds,
The Taste of Victory Is Turned To Bitter Ash.

The Phoenix Rises From The Blackest Pit.
Better For It To Have Perished In The Abyss,
Than To Fall From Grace, Honour And Perfection,
For The Warned Cries of Blood Fell On Deaf Ears.

Loyalty To Thy Brothers Is Now A Death Sentence,
To Cull Them of Light From The Few Chosen Ones.
Honour And Faith In The Light Was Doomed,
And Dark Acts To Blacken To Soul Praised Above All.

Ignorant of the Vanity That Tarnished the Light,
That Blackened the Great Golden Eagle of the Empire,
And That Dulled The Jewels of Amethyst to Darkness.
Such Is Paid In The Blood That mar’s His Marbled Visage

The Darkness Whispers Sweet Lies And Dark Truths,
To Those So Easily Blinded By The Reality of Them.
And To Those With Vision Unclouded Comes Death,
Pure, Swift and Without Mercy, It Plunges Deeply.

One Last Stand In The Deadly The Ruins of Hope,
Forgotten Vows Are Remade And Bonds Re-Forged.
Together They Stand On A Charred And Raised World,
Shoulder To Shoulder, Against The Dark, Brothers In Arms.

The Night Rains Down Darkness and Oblivion Upon Them Below,
The Last Voices Of Reason, Snuffed Out With Unquenchable Flame
With The All Thresholds Broken And Shattered Before Them,
They March Onwards To Attain The Ultimate Perfection, Death.

But For All The Honour And Glory Of The Empire, And Its Warriors.
Those Who’s Honour Is Wrought By Their Unending Pride,
Betrayal Is But The Method With Which To Gain More Vanity
And With That Final Act of Damnation, Honour Is Burned.


The Seeds of Heresy Have Been Sown,
The Seeds of Heresy Have Been Grown,
And Now The Fruit Is Born To Us,
Poisoned And Corrupt It Flourishes.