What I love about this song as a tribute to dark angels is that lion was found in a forest in far north of Caliban as a child. So he truly is a lion from the north.
The reason why i love the aramgendon steel legion is due their mechanized warfare like the chrima and Leman. Rus tanks and their outfits and how they wage war like the ww2 Germany panzer division and commsair yarick is like Erwin rommel bein an war tactic master mind knowing how to defeat the enemy with absolute brute force
POV: It’s the 13th Black crusade and this starts blasting as a massive ork fleet is Detected, but both are coming from *within* the Eye of Terror, not outside it.
@@achillelevivier1680 its not, I genuinely feel that people should know what happened to the poor guy. he followed youtubes rules, but they still banned him because of this.
As an astartes, i see the little ones lives snuffed out under the tyrannical boots of the minions of the ruinous powers. I swear on my honor, to stand against xeno, the traitor, and the heretic. In a a false synth skin, and armored carapace i am clad. I am steel, i am wrath, and i bring death to the enemies of the imperium. For the emperor!
The battle rages. The hordes of the enemy are breaking into their own positions in a dozen places. With the magazines and ammunition, the hope of even holding out disappears like snow in summer. And yet... a sound arises. A hymn begins to rise quietly in the background. I know the rhythm. I've heard them before. A sister once sang this hymn in our church. She wore a simple black dress, a red shawl and 2 gold clasps on the shawl, which identified her as a First Sergant of the Order of the Marterd Lady. Her voice was so clear, pure and downright golden that it warmed my heart. And as I followed the voice in the roar of the battle, it grew louder and clearer. And I knew she was her. That one woman who sang the hymn of service to our Emperor. And as I heard them, the fear and despair fell away from me. And in the roar of the battle I sat behind. My breath caught in my throat. That was SHE. Her face as fine and her eyes as full of faith as back then. But not in a dress. She wore armor. Armor black as night. Full of decorations and campaign ribbons, seals and medals of praise from the Emperor. And she wasn't alone. With her came a wave of her sisters, bathing the world in the light of their flamethrowers and bolt pistols. The battle was won. Because the Sisters of Battle, the Adeptus Sororitas, were here and fought alongside the Guard. And those who go into battle alongside the sisters under the protection of the Emperor will not lose, even if the world falls apart under their own feet. #Cadia will never be forgotten.
