The March of the High Guard
Heaven burns, the stars are falling
Sound the call, fleet and lancers,
Face the foe, never waver,
From a million sovereign planets
Bound by blood and High Guard honor,
Hold the line against the night.
Lyrics by Robert Hewitt Wolfe
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