"My sons, the galaxy is burning. We all bear witness to a final truth - our way is not the way of the Imperium. You have never stood in the Emperor's light. Never worn the Imperial eagle. _And you never will._
You shall stand in midnight clad, your claws forever red with the lifeblood of my father's failed empire, warring through the centuries as the talons of a murdered god.
Rise, my sons, and take your wrath across the stars in my name. In my memory, rise, my Night Lords."
I just love this one. So grim and fatalistic it is pure Warhammer 40k. It makes me want to make a whole 5k army of lords despite their rules having been tossed down the memory hole.
You shall stand in midnight clad, your claws forever red with the lifeblood of my father's failed empire, warring through the centuries as the talons of a murdered god.
Rise, my sons, and take your wrath across the stars in my name. In my memory, rise, my Night Lords."
I just love this one. So grim and fatalistic it is pure Warhammer 40k. It makes me want to make a whole 5k army of lords despite their rules having been tossed down the memory hole.
