Back before the thought of time
A war waged for Alta's prime
Salacious cut a swathe
Into Altarian Braves
The Scholars felt his hold
And created the Foretold
With this light came control
Ripping Erebus' bodies from - their shadow
Once Alta was saved
And the silhouettes escaped
The Foretold rose so high
And disappeared from sight
The Psyker Scholar spoke
Of the heart being hope
Of Akvo, rust and pain
Of Salacious' rise again, rise to reclaim
The heart of the child
Is our only hope
To defeat these giants of atrophy
The tick of time had passed
And we see this myth amassed
The Order must be convened
To deliberate the findings
A bounty for our hope
The Tracker; the misanthrope
Something must be done
Before we are overrun, can this be won again
The heart of the child
Is our only hope
To defeat these giants of atrophy