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Visuals made using https://musicvid.org and by creators: Jeremboo - Animated Mesh Lines https://github.com/Jeremboo caseif - Trap Nation Visualizer https://caseif.net/ Incept - Trap Nation Visualizer https://incept.online/ Clad in bone and consecrated white, I walk where angels fall, Through storms of shells and warpborn plight Unmoved amidst it all. The Lion’s sons lie torn and riven, Yet not to dust resigned, For while one breath to me is given, No brother shall be left behind. Where bolters roar and blades descend, I have my Duty that does not end I bear the sacred relic of life, The future in my hand, From shattered flesh I draw the spark That guards our ancient band. Through blood and fire I answer still, Through ruin, smoke, and scream, I serve the Chapter’s deathless will I am the keeper of the gene. Narthecium poised with steady Hand, The Reductors sacred bite I take each fallens sacred gland Amid the thickest fight. Not fear, not grief, nor faltering breath Shall turn my hand aside, For in the harvest wrested from death Our future does reside Not glory’s roar, nor vengeance cry, But duty’s call when brothers die. I bear the sacred relic of life, The legacy of war, A vessel drawn from broken frame I Keep my vow forevermore. Through broken blade and shattered shield, Through thunder, flame, and scream, I reap what faithful hearts have sealed Our legacy in the gene. Progenoid of past and yet-to-be, Seed of wrath, safely sealed, Stored in solemn purity, Never to be yielded. From fortress vault to battle plane, From novice unto knight, Through me the line shall rise again Clad in deathless might. I bear the sacred relic of life, I am the last to leave, Where brothers fall in the lions name It is my charge to retrieve. Through final pulse and fading sight, Through silence cold and keen, I carry the Chapter’s endless fight I am the watcher of the gene. "Sanguine leonis legatum servabo Manu mea, vita durat."