Warhammer// Death Company- Black Rage!

Black armor.
Red thirst.
Golden angels turned to curse.

I hear him—

Father…

Your wings are burning in my mind.

The battlefield fractures—
no, it changes—
no, it becomes something else.

Terra.

The walls are falling.

Horus stands before me.

Always.

ALWAYS.

I am there.
I am not here.
I am trapped in a memory that isn’t mine—

and I cannot escape it.

They call it madness.

I call it truth.

Every heartbeat is a scream.
Every breath tastes like betrayal.
Every brother beside me
is already dead.

I see it.

I feel it.

I live it again and again and again—

until only rage remains.

FOR THE ANGEL!

Chainsword roaring like a broken prayer,
bolter fire ripping through the air.
I don’t see enemies—

I see traitors.

I see the one who killed him.

And I will not stop.

I cannot stop.

Black Rage consumes the mind.
Honor is all that’s left behind.
We are ghosts of a final stand,
bleeding out by the Emperor’s hand.

FOR SANGUINIUS!

Golden light flickers—
then shatters.

I remember beauty.

I remember grace.

I remember what we were—

before this.

Now I am fury given form.
Now I am vengeance without end.
Now I am the last moment
of a dying god’s son—

replayed forever.

They guide us to war.
They point us at the enemy.

And we thank them.

Because we know—

this is where we belong.

This is where it ends.

Or begins again.

Jump packs screaming through the sky,
black-winged angels learning to die.
We fall like judgment, fast and hard,
each impact a shattered shard.

No retreat.
No fear.
No tomorrow.

Only now.

Only blood.

Only the echo of his final cry.

I see him—

Sanguinius—

standing against the darkness.

I run to him.

I fight for him.

I die with him.

Again.

And again.

And again.

FOR THE ANGEL!

Let the rage take me.
Let the madness burn.
Let the past consume the present.

If this is my end—

then let it be worthy.

If this is my curse—

then let it be righteous.

We are the lost.

We are the damned.

We are the final echo of perfection
breaking under its own glory.

Black armor.
Red fury.
Golden memory—

forever bleeding.

DEATH COMPANY.

We do not live.

We relive.

Melodic death metal, death metal, fast paced metal, the same style as Deathklok