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A song to those killed on Istvaan To them is the city that burns like a candle, And ceramit’s crackle that is like a prayer, The Titan’s steps are like a hundred bells tolling, To them who are winners in a lost battle. Their shadows are drowned in the dusk of Empire, Their choice is their loyalty’s shard with sharp edges. Their deed won’t be set in the stones of their Legion, Of brotherhood lost, and of trust that’s betrayed. Their voices are carried away by the wings Of black breath of plague that dances above them And sings and screeches the sacred old saying, "Go there and look," be your eyes not averted.

Черемуха Никто из живущих не вспомнит о тех временах, Когда наша Матерь – Земля под младою росою Истоками маг

Лоргар В гордыне праведника нет особой чести, как нет ее в молчании отца. Закрыт алтарь и путь смердит сожженl