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The lone guardsman stands
Where red rivers run,
With a sharp bayonet
And empty lasgun.

His foe is unnumbered;
The daylight is falling.
The rise of the dark is
His destiny calling.

What hope has one man
In the maelstrom of war?
Insignificant drop
In an ocean of gore.

Faced with this fear
And doubt, he reflects:
His armour is faith;
The Emperor protects.