Chaos Claims the Throne

The Terran's throne is trembling. Walls are weeping, white marble waste. Horus hacks with

hatred. Full hate, the palace gates are pushed and sacked.

No home. No help. The sky is split by scarlet skies.

Chaos comes to claim the crown. Beat the bastards. Break them down, sons of Horus.

Siege and slay. The Emperor ends this dying day. Burn it all. Dorn's defenses dust

and dirt, blood and bile, the battle blurt. Demons dance in death's domain.

Let the galaxy go insane. No gods. No grace. We carve the

carcass from the bone. Chaos comes to claim the crown.