Hear the war drums shake the ground, The bells of Tertium make their sound. Through ash and fire, through blood and pain, The warriors of Ravnheim rise again! Down in the hive where the shadows crawl, We stand as one, we fear no fall. Heretics gather, the darkness spreads, We march through fire, among the dead. Bolters roar and blades collide, With the Emperor’s wrath by our side. No glory waits, no songs of gold, Just warriors brave and hearts of cold. Raise your axes, raise your steel! Show the heretics how warriors feel! Through the darkness, through the flame, Let them remember Ravnheim’s name! RAVNHEIM! RISE FROM THE ASHES! BLOOD AND FIRE, STEEL THAT CLASHES! FOR THE EMPEROR, WE STAND AND FIGHT! WE ARE THE WOLVES IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT! NO FEAR! NO MERCY! NO RETREAT! WE BRING THE STORM TO THE HERETIC FLEET! Through endless war, our hearts remain, RAVNHEIM WILL RISE AGAIN! A Zealot’s fury, a Veteran’s aim, A Psyker’s fire, an Ogryn’s rage. Four souls united, one final stand, Against the plague that consumes this land. The skies turn red, the hive burns bright, We carve our legend through the night. No throne, no crown, no place to hide, The warriors of Ravnheim march side by side! By Odin’s eye, by Thor’s great might, We face the endless dark tonight. The Allfather watches from the skies, While through the flames, our ravens rise! RAVNHEIM! RISE FROM THE ASHES! BLOOD AND FIRE, STEEL THAT CLASHES! FOR THE EMPEROR, WE STAND AND FIGHT! WE ARE THE WOLVES IN THE DEAD OF NIGHT! NO FEAR! NO MERCY! NO RETREAT! WE BRING THE STORM TO THE HERETIC FLEET! Through endless war, our hearts remain, RAVNHEIM WILL RISE AGAIN! The hive may burn. The darkness may reign. But Ravnheim’s warriors… Will rise again!
