Warhammer March Song | Mordian Iron Guard Theme | "March of Iron Discipline" | Parade Ground Version

Описание: The Mordian Iron Guard stood in perfect formation, their uniforms spotless and gleaming under the cold, artificial light of the hive. The hiss of boots on ferrocrete was the only sound as the Guardsmen marched, each step timed to perfection, each movement an act of unshakable discipline. Commander Ralvik watched from his dais, his voice sharp as a blade. “Remember, soldiers, the enemy is chaos—our order is our weapon.” As the drums thundered, the Iron Guard’s precision became a visible symbol of Imperial authority, inspiring awe and dread in equal measure.

The Mordian Iron Guard are famed for their flawless discipline, their immaculate uniforms, and their rigid adherence to doctrine. Hailing from the hive world of Mordian, where endless night reigns, they embody the Imperium’s ideal of order triumphing over chaos. Their drills are legendary, their formations precise, and their battlefield presence a statement of unyielding loyalty. Even in the face of overwhelming odds, the Mordian Iron Guard hold the line, their unshakable unity serving as both weapon and shield.

[Verse 1]
In the eternal night of Mordian's skies,
Where shadows creep and hope oft dies,
We forge our steel, our will, our might,
A shield of order, a beacon of light.

The chaos swarms, the heretics cry,
Yet our lines hold firm, our banners fly.
With iron resolve and hearts of stone,
The Mordian Guard will stand alone.

[Chorus]
March, march, the Iron Guard stands,
Through fire, through ruin, with unwavering hands.
Our discipline holds, our courage refined,
In the Emperor’s name, we’ll never decline.

[Verse 2]
Where others falter, we shall prevail,
Our order and fire, a storm in the gale.
No madness sways us, no fear takes root,
For Mordian steel is absolute.

Through the darkest voids, the fiercest fray,
We carve a path, we seize the day.
Our boots resound, our rifles sing,
Defenders eternal of the Imperium’s ring.

[Chorus]
March, march, the Iron Guard stands,
Through fire, through ruin, with unwavering hands.
Our discipline holds, our courage refined,
In the Emperor’s name, we’ll never decline.

[Bridge]
(The music softens, with strings and a single snare drum creating tension.)
Brothers and sisters, fallen in line,
Your sacrifice burns in hearts divine.
Though the stars may dim, our duty burns bright,
We stand unbroken through the endless night.

[Final Chorus]
March, march, the Iron Guard stands,
Through fire, through ruin, with unwavering hands.
Our discipline holds, our courage refined,
In the Emperor’s name, we’ll never decline.

Stand, stand, the Mordian way,
Through endless war, till the end of days.
With iron resolve, our banners align,
The Iron Guard marches, eternal, divine!