In dedicato imperatum ultra articulo mortis


How can you die better, than facing fearful odds, for the ashes of your Brothers, our Primarch and the God-Emperor.


From this day, to the ending of the World, we in it shall be remembered. We lucky few, we band of brothers.


They shall be my finest warriors, these men who give themselves to me.
Like clay I shall mould them and in the furnace of war I shall forge them.
They will be of iron will and stelly muscle.
In great armor I shall clad them and with the mightiest gun shall they be armed.
They will be untouched by plague or disease, no sickness will blight them.
They will have tactics, strategies and machines, such that no foe will best them in battle.
They are my bulwark against the terror.
They are the defenders of humanity.
They are my space marines, and they shall know no fear.