English translation: Olympia was the beginning of the campaign, We were tempered in the flames of furnace Perturabo taught us to be warriors, Great Emperor christened us to be his children. Hundreds of battles occurred too long ago Already read the burial service and chanted prayers for souls of the dead But something is wrong with our formidable father, Shadow of sorrow covered Primarch's face. «We turned to dust fortress after another fortress, And what reward we deserved after all? All glory after the battles went not to us, But to «God of Terra»'s favourite sons! Dorn, Guilliman - they are unworthy, Their labours - the dust, and victories - disgraceful! There is only one solution - to heed the opinion of brother Horus And sell our souls to the Dark Forces!» Now we draw strength from the dark fury, Smell of metal is felt in the air, We are free from the shackles of nefarious, We've become the weapon of the Dark Gods. Father Perturabo leads us to hell, The countdown for the Imperials has begun, We are looking for battle with sons of Dorn, We want to make them aware about our strength! Dorn thought what Palace of Terra is impregnable, We were frightened and we will be retreating in fear, But pathetic Fist was so naïve, He can't break our faith! But disaster occurred - Horus fell dead, The False Emperor took his soul, We had to retreat from Terra, so that we were able to restore our wounds! Warsmiths escorted us into battle, And the whole world will drown in blood soon, Battlecry is heard from bolters - Iron Within! Iron Without!
I've an improved version, if you're interested. Olympia was the beginning of our campaign, We were tempered in flames of blast furnaces Perturabo taught us to be warriors, The Great Emperor christened us to be his children. Hundreds of battles occurred too long ago The burial service's already been read, and prayers sung for the souls of the dead, Yet something is wrong with our formidable father; The shadow of sorrow covers the Primarch's face. "We turned to dust fortress after fortress, And in the end what reward did we deserve? All glory after battle went not to us, But to the "God of Terra's" favorite sons! Dorn, Guilliman - they are unworthy, Their labors - the dust, the victories - disgraceful! There is only one solution: to heed the opinion of brother Horus And sell our souls to the Dark Forces! Now we draw strength from dark fury, The smell of iron is felt in the air, We are free from the shackles of the nefarious, We've become the weapon of the Dark Gods. Father Perturabo leads us to Hell, The countdown for the Imperials has begun, We are looking for battle with the sons of Dorn, We wish to make them aware of our strength! Dorn thought the Palace of Terra impenetrable, That we'd be frightened and retreat in fear, But the pathetic Fist is so naïve, He can't break our faith! But disaster occurred - Horus fell dead, The False Emperor took his soul, We had to retreat from Terra, so that we could restore our wounds! Warsmiths escort us into battle, The whole world shall drown in blood soon, (Our) battle cry is heard from bolters - Iron Within! Iron Without!
+Magos Xenologis Some of the song I post don't have either polish versions or english versions. It has no set reasons or anything and may appear in the future. Thanks for the kind words sir! :)
As the Red Corsairs' victory became inevitable, several Space Wolves turned on their fellows and threw themselves at the mercy of Blackheart. They renounced their pledges to their Chapter, Primarch and Emperor, and swore allegiance to Huron. As reward for their allegiance, Huron granted them command of the Wolf of Fenris, which is now part of the Red Corsairs' fleet.[1]
@@Nemesis_Soundчел наверху по факту сказал. Вы сами думать не умеете, можете только ныть, какие хаоситы тупые и плохие, не хотят любить большого папу. Вам всё время нужен указ от кого то. А что до Пертурабо и ЖВ - я считаю, гв просто не хватило фантазии нормально прописать их возвышение. Да и даже так там намного глубже, чём ты описал.
@@Nemesis_Sound Да не обиженки, а гордые воители которые понимают, что они не рабы императора у ни есть честь и достоинство и они не согласны подыхать просто так, только потому что одному тирану захотелось захватить всю галактику, а лоялистики типичные рабы, любители раболепствовать и поклоняться, они боятся даже одно слово сказать против императора, не то, что думать своей головой =).
