Of the droves of enthusiast
Masses of sacrificials
The soldiers were chosen
For the elite corps
From young elites
Hopeless of slums
Best, maddest
The mindless
Of the sands of these fields
Echoes of these barracks
Machine-oil and blood
Sprung our strength
Heaviest of weapons
Stress of battles
Scars was our skin
Acid our blood
Years took our war
Blazed under the stars
Thousands of fields
Bathed in fear and sorrow
Dearest for us only
the drone of dropships
In squalls and blizzards
lossess and doubts
Our commander I saved
from the wreck of the frigate
A Captain of a starship
I rose to, served
Far amongst the stars
embraced I was
My family's elders
wished for power
I would be their weapon
Secret slave
Betrayer
Bringer of Death
"From the tunnels of Antares to the Laertes Nebula,
from the Pleiadiean mutinies to Orionian uprising,
Quasi-heavenly mandates to Hyperspatial gorge
Always beside until we are as one.
Teratogenes makes wolves of us chimairas,
cyborgs and cherubs we are to fight.
Golems, Seraphim the enemy is building
Churning Archangels in their womb-tanks."