Forged in Dorn’s unyielding hand, Faith and fire at his command. No doubt remained, no fear could stay, Only war to light his way. On Terra’s walls through fire and blood, He rose in service to the Throne of God. The Emperor’s wrath, the chosen blade, A living oath that will not fade. Sigismund — wrath made blade, Oath eternal, none are spared. Faith and fury, flesh undone, By His will, the war goes on. No ground he gave, no step he’d yield, Faith and steel his only shield. Through countless battles, unbroken he stands, The first of the Black Templars’ bands. No retreat, no mercy shown, Traitors fall, the righteous throne. Worlds are scarred, the foe undone, All judged beneath the burning sun. Sigismund — last oath unbroken, No mercy given, none is spoken. War unending, without end, The Emperor’s will no soul can bend. Through shadowed halls and shattered gates, He strikes unchallenged, he dictates fates. No soul escapes his righteous flame, All kneel before the eternal name. Steel and fire, fury untamed, The battlefield shakes at the sound of his name. Faith made flesh, wrath incarnate, None shall stand, none can abate. And when the smoke of countless wars Lies heavy on a dying world, His blade still shines, his oath remains, An endless storm that no one contains. Sigismund — relentless, supreme, The eternal vanguard of the Emperor’s dream. Through death and fire, his will is law, All are judged by the wrath he saw.
