Sanguinius

Born from the flames of Strife
Risen by the sacred imperator
Power, of a ruinous nature
Rips him from the grasp of the Emperor

In blood he bathed
At the perilous steps of Baal
A Father seeks his Son
At Angel's Fall he finds his seed

Of perfect form and mind
His son bearing
Angelic wings divine

Hear, the words of Emperor's Son
The Chosen 9th
The Brightest One
Sanguinius

His words had moved
The tribes of Man
Sparking fervor
In the Legion of the Blood

But in the depths
Dwells the toxic Chaos touch
Within the Son
Lies the thirst for blood

Like any crave needing satiation
How unholy of divine

Now your soul forever burns
The Brightest One at rest
Sanguinius

Bow, your head in reverence
Chosen Son of God
Emperor's Kin
Sanguinius

We kneel for our loss
We bow for our King