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"Where did you find those munitions?"
"A Firstborn from Vostroya gave them to me. XXI regiment."
".....so they’re here too? Where' re they come from?! Ultramarines, Firstborn..... Is Cadia really in such bad shape?"
"Take these and get ready. Cadia hasn't fallen yet. As our friend sang while he gave me the magazines: we are the heirs of Ursarkar and they still stay unbowed."
".....would you like to sing me that song?"
Lyrics, post-editing, and supervision by Drago. Audio production by Suno and image by Midjourney.
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"Dove hai trovato quelle munizioni?"
"Me le ha date un Primo Genito di Vostroya. XXI reggimento."
".....quindi ci sono anche loro? Da dove sono arrivati?! Ultramarines, Primo Geniti..... Cadia è davvero messa così male?"
"Tieni queste e preparati. Cadia non è ancora caduta. Come cantava il nostro amico mentre mi dava i caricatori: siamo gli eredi di Ursarkar e loro non sono ancora piegati."
".....ti va di cantarmi quella canzone?"
Testo, post-editing e supervisione di Drago. Realizzazione audio tramite Suno ed immagine tramite Midjourney.
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Lyrics:
Vostroya's pride, we ride as one,
Each warrior a firstborn son.
Our weapons gilt, our armor red,
For Emperor's glory, we'll fight and shed.
Ancient oaths burn in our hearts,
From home and hearth, each soldier parts.
Forged in fire, hardened by frost,
We'll prove our worth, whatever the cost.
Vostroyan Firstborn your fury is invoked,
Our faith in iron and bronze enfold.
With plasma gun and hellgun bright,
We'll purge the foes of mankind's light.
For Vostroya! For Imperial guns!
Our lives to give, in metal and sons!
Ursarkar's heirs, we stand unbowed.
Our history speaks to us aloud.
Heirlooms passed from sire to son,
Each battle honors victories won.
In greatcoats red and fur-lined hats,
We'll face down heretics and xenos packs.
Our bootknives sharp, our aim is true,
For Emperor and Imperium, we'll see it through.
Vostroyan Firstborn your fury is invoked,
Our faith in iron and bronze enfold.
With plasma gun and hellgun bright,
We'll purge the foes of mankind's light.
For Vostroya! For Imperial guns!
Our lives to give, in metal and sons!
Though worlds may burn and stars may fall,
The Firstborn answer every call.
Our traditions old, our weapons new,
To mankind's cause, we'll ere be true.
Vostroya's pride, we ride as one,
Each warrior a firstborn son.
Our weapons gilt, our armor red,
For Emperor's glory, we'll fight and shed.
Ancient oaths burn in our hearts,
From home and hearth, each soldier parts.
Forged in fire, hardened by frost,
We'll prove our worth, whatever the cost.
Vostroyan Firstborn your fury is invoked,
Our faith in iron and bronze enfold.
With plasma gun and hellgun bright,
We'll purge the foes of mankind's light.
For Vostroya! For Imperial guns!
Our lives to give, in metal and sons!
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