Iron Rain at the Gate

Let the iron rain. The sky is bleeding chrome. Vertical city,

a needle in the eye. Perturabo's logic painting fire in the sky.

Titans in the belly of the mesosphere trudge. Thirteen bomb bots screaming out a

grudge. Iron warriors crawling in the fog of the war. Breaking down the

shield, breaking down the door. Screaming in the gate.

Lions pride crushed by the weight. Grinding gear rust on the bone. Chaos calling terror

on the telephone. Abaddon is laughing in the upper-level dark. Karn is in

the shadows, waiting for a spark. Lost and damned, a million in