The Drop
The drop pod launches.
It’s a one way drop and not everyone makes the voyage down.
A counter starts counting the altitude
The hull screams at the punishment through the rough atmosphere.
A Litany of Hatred ringing through the air.
Our bolters primed,and ready to kill the vile traitor, heretic, and mutant.
The drop pod slows, and hits the ground.
Only death greets us.
For we are the Angels of Vengeance,
And we know no fear.
There is no mercy,
No retreat,
No surrender,
The orks run to us in a savage charge,
Trukks and bikerz throaty engines roaring with black smoke racing to meet us in close combat.
Our devastator squad opens fire with the sounds of crackling air, and fused metal.
The Lascannon, Multi-Melta strike true, and disable the trukks.
As the heavy bolters reap a tally uncountable on the flanking bikers.
The sounds of the heavy bolters were akin to a Choir of Saints singing.
The boyz clambered over the ramparts of the trukk;
ever determined to spill blood.
We stood our ground, and fired into the horde.
Our weapons singing the songs of the hated xenos,
and heavy weapons setting the tune.
A bastion of the Emperor’s Will.
The boyz didn’t even get 30 meters from their trukks.
They died to the last man, if you could call them that.
After this foothold
the flamers of our squads cleansed the area of their taint on the soil.
The war has just started, and will not end until the planet is purged of the Xenos taint.
For the Lion, and the Emperor
The drop pod launches.
It’s a one way drop and not everyone makes the voyage down.
A counter starts counting the altitude
The hull screams at the punishment through the rough atmosphere.
A Litany of Hatred ringing through the air.
Our bolters primed,and ready to kill the vile traitor, heretic, and mutant.
The drop pod slows, and hits the ground.
Only death greets us.
For we are the Angels of Vengeance,
And we know no fear.
There is no mercy,
No retreat,
No surrender,
The orks run to us in a savage charge,
Trukks and bikerz throaty engines roaring with black smoke racing to meet us in close combat.
Our devastator squad opens fire with the sounds of crackling air, and fused metal.
The Lascannon, Multi-Melta strike true, and disable the trukks.
As the heavy bolters reap a tally uncountable on the flanking bikers.
The sounds of the heavy bolters were akin to a Choir of Saints singing.
The boyz clambered over the ramparts of the trukk;
ever determined to spill blood.
We stood our ground, and fired into the horde.
Our weapons singing the songs of the hated xenos,
and heavy weapons setting the tune.
A bastion of the Emperor’s Will.
The boyz didn’t even get 30 meters from their trukks.
They died to the last man, if you could call them that.
After this foothold
the flamers of our squads cleansed the area of their taint on the soil.
The war has just started, and will not end until the planet is purged of the Xenos taint.
For the Lion, and the Emperor