Perturabo ( Remastered )

Forged in darkness, on Olympia raised, A mind of iron, in cold precision praised. The Iron Warriors march at your command, With guns and engines forged by your own hand. Iron within, iron without, Perturabo, Lord of Iron. Across the void your brutal engines roar, And every siege brings conquest evermore. No songs of glory follow in your wake, Just ash and ruin piled for all to take. Where fortress walls rise proud against the sky, Your guns will speak and tear their bastions high. Iron within, iron without, Perturabo, Lord of Iron. Across the void your brutal engines roar, And every siege brings conquest evermore. When brother turned on brother in that war, Your silent bitterness became much more. No faith in Terra’s distant, hollow light, Just iron truth revealed in endless fight. On Olympia, your wrath was unrestrained, You razed your world when all respect was drained. While others claimed the glory and the fame, You bore the wars none dared to stake their name. Iron within, iron without, Perturabo, Lord of Iron. Across the warp your bitter legions march, And endless sieges leave a crimson arch. You turned at last when Horus made his call, And brought cold ruin crashing on each wall. Before the Throne, your iron engines roared, With calculated wrath in every blow poured. Iron within, iron without, Perturabo, Lord of Iron. Your vengeance carved in steel and stone, The galaxy trembles ‘fore your throne.