when winter comes...
you'll hear no lions roar...
no stags grazing the fields...
no roses growing in the meadows...
no snakes in the sand...
the krakens will freeze where they swim...
the flayed men will rot and wither...
no trouts swimming in the the river an no falcons flying in the air..
not even the dragons breath will warm you in your halls.
only the wolfs howl in the night...Winter is coming.
even in death the north remember...
one day...
The wolves will come again
let the southerners have his fairly tales and summer...
We northerners have home...
the north remember my friend...the north remembers

For the God Emperor and For the Blood Of Sanguinius!

You might be A King or a Little Street Sweeper But Sooner or Later you Dance with the Reaper.

Sega give me back my legions!

Motto: A good leader takes a little more than his share of the blame, a little less than the share of the credit.

“Sanguinius. It should have been him. He has the vision and strength to carry us to victory, and the wisdom to rule once victory is won. For all his aloof coolness, he alone has the Emperor's soul in his blood. Each of us carries part of our father within us, whether it is his hunger for battle, his psychic talent or his determination to succeed. Sanguinius holds it all. It should have been his...” -- The Warmaster Horus

“Three Legions of Marines stand to defend you, sire. All of us will unflinchingly place ourselves between you and the war’s desolation. We are the greatest humans ever born – we are the flame of Humanity where the rest of the galaxy is just the spark. In centuries of warfare, against the vileness of the alien, the lies of the heretic, the foulness of the mutant, I have never known fear – but your silence terrifies me.” - Primarch Sanguinius during the Battle for Terra.

"...a psychic scream from the Warlocks echoed through the minds of the audience. It shifted and writhed like the patterns on the dancers' suits, gradually coalescing into a chilling, gibbering laugh of madness, corruption and depravity. But in the laugh there was another voice. A clearer laugh, an ironic laugh. A laugh which laughs because it chooses not to weep." - Explanation of the fall of the dance without end.