With Vilest of Worms to Dwell

Fire upon the blade, sabers drawn Legions daringly soar over moors Well-turned horns, dust of stars at their feet Unafraid brothers of empire's fight Scent of smoke in the anguished surrounds The hours that weave incantations Escaped from the cauldro

Bibunt omnes sine meta. Quamvis bibant mente leta, Sic nos rodunt omnes gentes Et sic erimus Sentries of fisterra wake Gallant masses stir Thy kingly spirit throned among the hills A call to arms young hopefuls Fields of burning toil Beware of bleedi