Fierce- steel eyed devils

For whom the sun never sets

Proud-Iron youth Of the noble cultures of the past

Striding- like greyhounds keen

Where glory beckons

Tough as burnished leather

And hard as Krupp's steel



The standard raised we wait

Our comfort- in readiness

The stoicism of the elite

Prepared for the assault at dawn



Elegant- obdurate hearts

A Volk of purity and vigor

Wicked weapons and armed encampment

A phalanx of spears- of dispassion

Bristling- furor teutonics

A steed spurred ever onwards

Action and instinct befitting

In the shadow of the sword



The standard raised we wait

Our comfort- in readiness

The stoicism of the elite

Prepared for the assault at dawn



Death's head empire

Stormgods unbound



The shores of space shall not define

Nor walls thrown up enclose our vault

And as if borne from distant stars

We rage against the bastion of

That which is still unshattered



Fierce- steel eyed devils

For whom the sun never sets

Proud-Iron youth Of the noble cultures of the past

Emblazoned- emboldened

We heathens wild

Stormgods unbound

Beholden to none



Sun wheels expansive

Through thunder and blood bold

Weltmacht oder niedergang

The heaven's charges struggle

Eternally unfold...



Stormgods Unbound