Oh! Titanguard wreath upon the wall,
Within thine oiled space
I see the years beyond recall,
Amid thy circuits I trace
The shadows of a happy past,
When all the galaxy was bright,
And love its logic splendour cast
O’er morn and noon and night.
Oh! Titanguard wreath upon the bulkhead wall,
’Neath memory’s tender spell
A wondrous charm doth o’er thee fall,
And round thy beauty dwell.
Thine oil hath the satiny sheen
Of tresses I’ve caressed,
Thy optics’s crimson gleam I’ve seen
On lips I oft have pressed.
Oh! Titanguard wreath upon the wall,
A mist steals o’er my sight.
Dear hallow’d wreath, these tears are all
The pledge I now can plight
To those loved ones whose spirit eyes
Shine down the flight of time;
Around Omnissiah’s throne their voices rise
To swell the Titanguard Chime!
We hope you all rest easy tonight, Princeps, and we shall see you in the morning as we unwrap our Titanguard Festival collage.
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