Crimson Fists

We stand as guards within the night, On Rynn’s World scarred by fire and blight, Brought to our knees, yet never slain, From ash and ruin, we rise again. Crimson Fists, unbroken still, By Dorn’s own word we bend no will, For the Emperor, though worlds fall sand, We endure—by blood and hand. ⸻ Our fortress lost, our brothers slain, Yet faith and wrath in us remain, No final blow, no ending writ, So long as one still stands to hit. Crimson Fists, unbroken still, By Dorn’s own word we bend no will, For the Emperor, though worlds fall sand, We endure—by blood and hand. ⸻ Outnumbered, wounded, scarred and few, Against the green tide we held true, For every fallen, ten shall pay, Our vengeance carved in bolter spray. Crimson Fists, unbroken still, By Dorn’s own word we bend no will, For the Emperor, though worlds fall sand, We endure—by blood and hand. ⸻ In shattered squads we fight as one, Till every traitor’s breath is done, No glory sought, no mercy shown, Only duty, carved in bone. Crimson Fists, unbroken still, By Dorn’s own word we bend no will, For the Emperor, though worlds fall sand, We endure—by blood and hand. ⸻ Let history mark what we became, Not a Legion, but a flame, Hear our vow through death’s red mist: We are few. We stand. Crimson Fists.