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#warhammer40k #ironwarriors Lyrics Verse 1: Beneath the forge-lit skies of Medrengard, They pound their hammers, steel hearts scarred. Born of iron, tempered in flame, Loyalty twisted, but their will’s the same. Betrayed by Terra, the Emperor’s lies, Chains of discipline, the steel never dies. War is a puzzle, a riddle to break, Every fortress falls, every stronghold shakes. Chorus 1: Iron within, iron without, Voices of hatred, they scream and shout. With iron fists, they tear it down, The walls of hope, they raze the ground. Steel sons of Perturabo’s will, The master’s plan they follow still. In chaos' shadow, they build their reign, Tools of the warp, yet cold and sane. Verse 2: The Fourth Legion, cursed from the start, Engineers of death with a bitter heart. Siege breakers, the fortress bane, Bound to their fury, forged in pain. No zealot's faith, no fervent cries, They use Chaos' power, but their minds stay dry. Calculations guide every shell, To turn each world into a living hell. Chorus 2: Iron within, iron without, No cries for mercy, no room for doubt. They bring the siege, they break the line, In war’s embrace, they find design. Turrets flare and the void shields crack, The Iron Warriors never look back. In defiance, they carve their name, Glory or damnation, it's all the same. Verse 3: In the Eye of Terror, they found their path, Mastered the darkness, tempered the wrath. Medrengard’s bastions, cold and gray, A labyrinth of iron, where they waste away. Perturabo’s curse, their cross to bear, Obsessed with perfection, he left them there. Not slaves to the warp, but masters of steel, They bend the power, but never kneel. Chorus 3: Iron within, iron without, Where others falter, they hold out. In bitter twilight, they rise again, Against the stars, against all men. Cold calculations, the battle's script, Every turret, every gun is gripped. The Iron Warriors stand unbowed, Silent, grim, in armor proud. Outro: And when the fires of war subside, When all is ash and none survive, They’ll walk alone through the ruins they’ve made, No glory sought, no accolades. For they are iron, cold and pure, Carved from hate they must endure. Until the stars themselves grow cold, The Iron Warriors' tale is told.
