The Iron Tomb of Cassor the Damned 40k

Father why won’t my wings open [verse 1] Entombed in crimson steel, I dream of skies I’ll never see, My sarcophagus hums hymns of fury, forged in agony. Once a son beneath the Angel’s gaze, now chained beneath his grave, In my heart the Black Rage burns a requiem for the brave. Every servo screams your name, Every piston bleeds the same, In the dark I claw the void, Still bound to your celestial flame. [chorus] I hear your dying cry through static storm and flame, Father, I remember, though I’ll never be the same. My wings are rusted, my halo’s gone to rust, Entombed in blood and sorrow, I burn because I must. [bridge] Lock the tomb, seal the pain, Cassor dreams of flight again. Techmarines weld his coffin tight, To cage the storm, to cage the night. [verse 2] The catacombs still echo screams from ten millennia past, Baal’s moons weep dust upon my shell, but still the visions last. I see the Archangel fall again His death becomes my crown of pain. I thrash in the dark, hydraulic veins, Spilling oil like holy rain. Father, your sons still dreams of your broken wings! [chorus] I hear your dying cry through static storm and flame, The blood remembers, it whispers through my veins. My wings are rusted, my spirit’s all but dust, Yet even in this tomb, I burn because I must. They say the vox still hums my prayer, Through Baal’s red dust and poisoned air. No angels come, no doors unseal, Only silence and the hum of steel. Father I dreamed I flew.