Born in silver, sworn in flame, A knight whose soul the Warp can’t claim, In Titan’s halls his legend grew, Sanctified in oath and truth. Daemon blood upon his blade, Names of gods in flesh he carved, When mortals break and prayers fade, Draigo stands — unbowed, unmarred. Lost beyond the veil of time, Cursed to walk the Endless Storm, Yet every step, a battle cry, Every breath, a will unformed. He is the blade that scars the Warp, The knight that Chaos cannot break, Kaldor Draigo, doom incarnate, Reality bends in his wake. Through hell unchained, through madness deep, Where daemons scream and empires fall, His name is etched in terror and flame: Draigo — the End of All. He carved his truth in daemon skin, Wrote defiance in their veins, Mocked the gods of lies and sin, Spoke the Emperor’s name in pain. In the Realm where reason dies, Where hope is torn and souls decay, He walks alone with burning eyes, A living “no” to Chaos’ reign. No chains can bind, no fate command, No dark god owns his soul, A loyal heart, an iron hand, An unrelenting goal. He is the blade that scars the Warp, The knight that Chaos cannot break, Kaldor Draigo, doom incarnate, Reality bends in his wake. Through hell unchained, through madness deep, Where daemons scream and empires fall, His name is etched in terror and flame: Draigo — the End of All. Time has no claim, death has no throne, The Warp itself remembers his pain, Every scar, a sermon carved in bone, Every strike, a god slain again. If hope should fade and stars go dim, If mankind’s light begins to fray, They whisper not a prayer, but him: “Draigo walks… we endure one more day.” He is the wrath the Warp regrets, The oath that never dies, A living myth the gods can’t forget, A storm behind his eyes. Until the last lie burns away, Until the final war is done, Kaldor Draigo marches on — The Emperor’s will made flesh, unbroken, undone.
