The Emperor's Light (Explicit) - Dan Bull
Lyrics by：Dan Bull
Composed by：Dan Bull
Darkness closing in on all sides
I guess we're in for a wild ride
Chance is whether we live or die
We will return to the emperor's light
We gaze on a blazing Cadia
And the remains of they who stayed there
We'll take this to the great rift
Crusade against invaders here
If there's a beaten path
We'll stray off 'til we've beaten back the chaos
In an aggrieved imperium
Only the really grievous tactics pay off
We've strolled so far from Ultramar
We might just fall apart
Hope those bolts will hold
And won't just blow like Bolter blasts
False alarm of course we'll force your arm
And 'cause some harm
On course to fill corroded souls with holes
Like some unholy autograph
Giving scars to the darkest of Eldar
Killing Drukhari for Marneus Calgar
Certain angels are dark
And have fell far but we're still fighting
With half of our health bar
No healing baths for the shell shock
This rift's pretty far from a health spa
At most no stars on hotels
Our apartments are just kind of a cell block
Is that a battle barge
Or in fact a massive travelodge
Hear the battle cry of a natural God
I can ride no handle bars
Battle scarred I've battled hard
Putting Maggotkin back in the tackle box
Like an atom bomb to a cattle prod
My knack for rhyme's an actual farce
Darkness closing in on all sides
I guess we're in for a wild ride
Chance is whether we live or die
We will return to the emperor's light
They are tearing holes through our hull
Chaos like a bolt to a skull
Pray now that our resolve will hold
'Til we're nothing but a floating hulk
These watchers are heartless
See us lost in the darkness
For real nothing can startle us
The fleet suffered losses
And countless of us are carcasses officers downed
While hostiles surround us
We're indomitable these
Are just common encounters
We will not run aground
You'll hear historiters tell of us
Chronicles troubled with doubt
But one thing is obvious now
We're the ones you struggle without
For forty-one thousand orbits around Sol
We'll assault 'til the warp is our realm
'Til the souls of our foes all drown
Or fall to the ground it's our ultimate vow
We're the Ultramarines
The emperor's sword is unsheathed
On any unfortunate beings resulting to means
That insult or demean our dearest leader
You'll feel the fear
As fleets of soldiers elite
Appear from ether
Peer beneath the sole of your feet
And see the ground just melt around you
A planet's skull is weak
But the soil beneath it is bounteous
So count your blessings
Lest you get a dressing down form Adepta Sororitas
Intercepting heretical horrors
Prevent them assembling followers
The sisters of battles' particular knack
Is for pimping out tanks into Sistine Chapels
Similarly send me sixteen smilies
I'll send back sixteen pristine raptures
Fear not there's a reason we were sent here
Xenos and Ezekyle's demons needing censure
We will never sleep never surrender
We'll keep defeating heathen legions
If it please our dear emperor
Darkness closing in on all sides
I guess we're in for a wild ride
Chance is whether we live or die
We will return to the emperor's light
Will war and terror be all you ever see
It's been this way since the Horus Heresy
Even in space there were walls of enemies
The more the merrier bring them all I'm ready chief
We're done with talking
Send a couple of Thunderhawks in
Come on we're going to lunge at
Gork's Grin and shove a cork in
We brought in reinforcements
The important names of ages
Whose stories of warding horus's forces
Adorn the black library's pages
Are we giving up
Not today one last shot through the lost crusade
This ship will rip through the rift
Like a whip to a wrist or a moth through flame
Who the man Guilliman barely human now
Mother nature's screwed no pulling out
Run around killing the Tyranid T'au
Fill them with rounds
Whatever they're giving we're giving it out
Never giving in doesn't matter whether or now
We're like imperial fists
Digging and giving them hell
Sticking it out without trigger discipline
Trigger finger blistering ow
It's a mystery how the flipping
Hell we're still about still in the 'bout
While they're ringing the bell
We stick around stick to our ground
No dicking around
We're going to get out the predicament
Amid a thickening cloud of sickening sound
So you better be listening out particularly well
Else you'll be missing out wow flipping hell
Who is the emperor's chosen poet
Well now there isn't any doubt
Darkness closing in on all sides
I guess we're in for a wild ride
Chance is whether we live or die
We will return to the emperor's light
Darkness closing in on all sides
I guess we're in for a wild ride
Chance is whether we live or die
We will return to the emperor's light
