Born beneath poisoned skies of rust, Where broken men were turned to dust, Corax rose from chains and pain, A spark of war in acid rain. No king above, no guiding hand, He carved his freedom from the damned. And from the dark of Lycaeus’ night, He forged a will to end their plight. ⸻ He is the black bird in the void, unseen, A silent blade where hope has been. No banners follow where he goes, Only the fear that darkness knows. Corvus Corax, shadow-born, A son of war, a wrath reborn. He strikes like death without a sound— And leaves no tyrant standing proud. ⸻ He led the sons of silent war, Through worlds that bled and burned before. No glory sung, no victory bright, Just whispered death in endless night. His legion moved like absent breath, A ghost that taught the galaxy death. But even shadows cannot hide From fate that burned them deep inside. ⸻ He is the black bird in the void, unseen, A silent blade where hope has been. No banners follow where he goes, Only the fear that darkness knows. Corvus Corax, shadow-born, A son of war, a wrath reborn. He strikes like death without a sound— And leaves no tyrant standing proud. ⸻ On Isstvan’s plains of burning steel, The traitor gods revealed the real. His sons were torn in fire and lies, As loyal blood met traitor skies. Corax alone, in ash and pain, Watched everything he loved be slain. And in that hour something broke— A shadow answered when he spoke. ⸻ Now he walks where light won’t go, Through endless hate and ancient woe. No longer man, nor just machine, But something carved from what has been. The warp itself recoils in fear, When Corax draws his vengeance near. ⸻ He is the black bird in the void, unseen, A dying god of broken means. No peace remains within his path, Only the aftermath of wrath. Corvus Corax, lost and torn, Forever cursed, forever sworn. He strikes like death without a sound— And leaves no future standing proud.
