Rise, my sons! From the ashes of ancient empire,
from the countless ruins of past, lovely dreams,
Rise, my glorious sons, as you cannot retire
As you cannot be washed by the vicious streams
In the name of the love, of the honor and beauty
In pursuit of the hope, kept in everyone's heart
You must stand, you must fight, you must follow your duty,
as the world, without you, will be torn apart
I regret, I cannot be with you at these hours
I rerget, I will not see the end of this mess
And I wish I could give all I have, all my powers!
Just to stand near you, just to take one more breath.
But I Ieave you, my sons, at the dawn of tomorrow
At the horrible dusk of the treasonous war
And I beg you: don't fall into abyss of sorrow
In the name of the truth, that we're all fighting for.
Sanguinius to his children
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