Son of the Emperor, on Macragge born, A lord of order in a galaxy torn. The sons of Ultramar march at your command, With blade and bolter held in steady hand. Ave Guilliman, Avenging Son, Lord of Ultramar, the Emperor’s chosen one. Across the void your radiant banners run, And darkness flees the battles you have won. The Codex Astartes, written firm and wise, A shield of reason where corruption lies. That none may fall to Chaos’ whispered call, Through discipline the Emperor’s angels stand tall. When brother turned on brother in that war, And treachery split the stars forevermore, Through fire and ruin loyal hearts endured, While faith in Terra’s light remained assured. In stasis sealed through centuries of night, While mankind faltered in the endless fight. Till Cawl restored the Primarch’s living flame, And hope returned with Guilliman’s great name. You rose again when darkness claimed the stars, And led mankind once more to righteous wars. The Indomitus Crusade your banners bore, To bring the Emperor’s justice evermore. Ave Guilliman, Avenging Son, Lord of Ultramar, the Emperor’s chosen one. Across the void your radiant banners run, And hope returns through battles bravely won.
