Stringstorm
Titanicus
The battle rages towards the wall
Each moment blaring a deafened call
The enemies lay in wait ahead
The bodies around us stink of the dead

Each step forward brings us to line
The strength behind us holy and divine
The Emperor's light drives us forth
And the titans of God shall end this war!

Cogs and bolts and ancient lore
Fashioned fearsome engines of war
Those it defends, in fear, shall adore
As its guns leave nothing but gore
Nothing can withstand its steps
As it leaves behind a path of death

Forts and tanks are reduced to wrecks
Its foes: Nothing but mere specks
Tremble in its stride, as crust crack and breaks
Its warhorns blare, the air then shakes
Its cannons burst like sun in its wake
Woe to our foes as everything quakes

Blessed by priests of steel
Forged in the fires of zeal
Immortal armour of the Emperors will
None shall oppose as they fulfill!
The will of the Emperor, through all, it shall complete
Before His holy presence, their blood lay underneath
Warded in litanies to repulse impurity
Warrior and titan guiding from within
True shall it stand amidst war for all to see

Feel the fury of their wrath, our prayers have been answered
As they carry to the front our glorious battle standard
Hear the clash of steel, so loud, so fierce
As they break through their lines like adamantine spears

Harden your hearts and steel yourselves
As the final charge closes, Emperor compels
See how the enemy scrambles in dread
Soon we shall burn piles of their dead

Yet fear not death for the Emperor's with us
Made manifest in steel so holy and just
Let its mighty cannons sing in jubilant praise
As its brings upon the end of their days

So kneel, foes of man, and accept your fate
Cower 'fore the titans as oblivion awaits
And those from behind, advance to its call
Rise from your trenches and join its assault