For every bell toll and battle honour, a thousand heroes die alone; unsung and unremembered.

Tell them ruin has come to their world, death, despair and red war. Tell them their hopes and pride have come to nothing. Tell them their empty whispers fall upon deaf ears - their gods are dead, human logic has killed them. Tell them they die now, and all their great dreams die with them. Tell them the Imperium of Man has come. Tell them nothing can save them now.

The stars are ours until they gutter and die. Let the alien and witch be hurled into the shadows, and the shadows set ablaze with the fire of war and unity, one atrocity at a time.

Who's the greedy one, he who asks or he who does not give? At the end, there is no good or bad. No right or wrong. No traitor or loyalist. At the end, what the future judges, decries and praises is decided by the end result; the victor and the vanquished. -K

The difference between gods and daemons largely depends upon where one is standing at the time.

Hope is the first step on the road to dissapointment. Save some salt for the gruel.

Every door a new horror, and every moment a moment lost.

There is no cure for the sickness inside all men's hearts.

Everything degenerates in the hands of men.

Small steps corrupt.