Noble, both in deed and name,
in name and deed,
a different breed,
gene-forged for war,
and for the worst and last resort;
to thwart the foe at every turn.
Burns their resolve as molten star
afar illluminating night,
alight with faith and fearsome skill
A thrill of apprehension at the sight,
the might of all Imperial space,
the Grace of Him on golden Throne
is shown upon their armour bright.
A blight upon the universe;
the first and worst, the heretic,
then witch, and mutant, alien.
These men, to end the threat they go;
though they meet darkness all around,
are crowned with laurels, battle earned,
and stern their aspect, scarred, and brave.
So grave the fury of their hearts,
departs from them all trace of fear,
and near and far beneath their tread,
lie dead our enemies.
The breeze lifts up their colours bright,
and bright their voices raised in song,
though long they toil against the night,
they fight, and stand against the throng.
Each wrong they counter and deny,
defy, or fail, and fall, and die.