Ballad of the First Platoon

Banners waving across the sky

The Men of the first are ready

Unmoving and unafraid

They keep their wits strong and their nerves steady

From somewhere in the rear a call cries out

"First platoon on your feet"

The men shamble up and begin their advance

They have another foe go forward and meet

First sergeant is leading at the front

The officer giving orders in the rear

The men of the line in between them both

Thirty five souls who march forward without fear

The advance slows to a steady stop

"First rank prepare to fire"

Ahead of them a green tide approaches

"Second rank prepare to fire"

The officer gives the order

Streaks of red split the air

The Orks scream as they are struck

They can only advance if they so dare

The order is given to fix bayonets

The horde of Orks is still to large

The men understand what is happening

First Platoon is going to charge

A loud crash as they forces meet

Orks and men scream their mighty cries

First sergeant has realised

First Platoon is going to die

He rallies his men

And holds the banner high

He raises his voice for all to hear

"To me first platoon, these foul xenos must die!"

Their spirit is lifted, their blows are strong

The Orks cry and run

Guardsmen fire collies into their retreat

All the Orks are dead and the day is won

The commander is dead and few survive

Not one man fallen back

They fearlessly held on

First platoon lived through Ork attack

Out of thirty five men

Only ten remain

Uniforms are tattered rags

They struggle to stay sane

First sergeant calls to his men

"Men we've won the day"

The fearless first were going home

First Platoon all the way