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[Intro – Immediate battlefield chaos, Ork war cries echoing in the distance, bolters firing, chainswords revving, thunderous drums and crushing guitars erupt without warning]
Incoming!
More contacts!
No end in sight!
Forward!
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[Verse 1 – Powerful raspy battle vocals, relentless industrial groove, razor-sharp riffs driving the march through the horde]
Green horizons…
Never ending…
Wave on wave they flood the plain.
Every volley drops a hundred…
Still another charge remains.
Armor scarred by endless conflict…
Smoke and ash consume the sky.
Every brother keeps advancing…
None…
Ask…
Why.
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[Pre-Chorus – Military snare driving harder, brass strikes like incoming artillery, choirs rising beneath the lead vocal]
Reload!
Advance!
Close the line!
Stand as one!
No compromise!
Steel our hearts!
Raise the blade!
Let the xenos…
Be unmade!
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[Chorus – Massive choir, crushing guitars, industrial impacts, raspy vocals leading the charge over the battlefield]
AGAINST THE GREEN TIDE!
WE WILL STAND!
BOLTER!
BLADE!
IRON HAND!
LET THEM COME!
TEN THOUSAND STRONG!
WE HAVE HELD…
ALL ALONG!
FOR THE EMPEROR!
FOR THE THRONE!
NO BROTHER…
FIGHTS…
ALONE!
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[Verse 2 – Even faster pacing, guitars and industrial rhythm locked together, vocals sounding battle-worn but unbroken]
Casings cover broken ground…
Smoke obscures the dying sun.
Every heartbeat counts another…
Enemy forever gone.
Chainswords screaming…
Teeth are breaking…
Still they carve another path.
Every step through blood and ruin…
Carries…
The Emperor’s…
Wrath.
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[Bridge – Music collapses to deep drums, distant explosions, vox chatter, heavy breathing beneath a commanding Sergeant’s voice before everything detonates back into full force]
Brothers…
Look before you.
They believe…
They can break us.
Show them…
Why…
They are wrong!
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[Final Chorus – Maximum intensity, soaring choirs, crushing guitars, industrial EDM impacts, relentless drums, battlefield effects surrounding every instrument]
AGAINST THE GREEN TIDE!
PUSH AHEAD!
WE SHALL STAND…
UNTIL WE’RE DEAD!
SHIELD TO SHIELD!
BLADE TO BLADE!
THIS…
IS…
HOW…
LEGENDS…
ARE MADE!
NO RETREAT!
NO REGRET!
THE EMPEROR’S WILL…
IS WITH US YET!
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[Outro – Continuous bolter fire fading into the distance, Ork war cries still echoing, one final command shouted over the battlefield]
Advance!