Ultramarines

From Macragge’s halls of marble and of stone, Where XIII Legion learned to stand alone, In cobalt armor, trimmed in radiant gold, They march as sons of Guilliman the bold. The Codex written in a darker age, A guide to war, a warrior’s sacred page, With bolter fire and discipline untold, They are the standard every Chapter holds. Across the stars of Ultramar they reign, Defenders sworn through sacrifice and pain, No reckless fury, no berserk display, But measured wrath to grind the foe away. In perfect order, battle line precise, Each move a lesson, every strike exact, For courage and for honor they will stand, The Emperor’s will carried hand to hand. Courage and honor, hear the battle cry, Ultramarines as one, we live or die, By blade and bolt, by word and by command, We are the shield that guards the Imperium’s land. When traitor flames once scarred their noble home, When brothers fell and hope seemed overthrown, They did not break, they did not yield to fear, They rebuilt strength through faith and iron will. From Tyranid swarm to Chaos’ poisoned breath, They face extinction, staring down at death, Adapt, endure, and answer every threat, A lesson learned no enemy forgets. Now Guilliman walks among his sons once more, A Primarch risen from the myths of war, With burning sword and vision sharp and clear, To lead mankind through night and endless fear. Still blue they stand while galaxies decay, The light of order in a dying age, As long as mankind draws a single breath, Ultramarines will never bow to death.