In the depths of the warp-torn breach,
A fortress built, beyond the reach.
Barabas stands, his fate entwined,
Honor forged in a traitor's grind.
Once betrayed, but never broken,
Oaths of stone, eternal token.
His vox resounds, a grim decree,
Iron Within, none shall flee.
Cast in shadow, bound by fate,
Dantioch guards the iron gate.
Through the storms, his strength remains,
A hero carved from treachery's chains.
Cursed in visage, a warrior shamed,
Yet his heart, unyielding, untamed.
Siegecraft master, defenses rise,
Turning the tide with calculating eyes.
For the Imperium, he held the line,
Amid the ruin, a spark divine.
His comrades lost, but duty calls,
A sentinel among the walls.
He stands alone, a titan's will,
The storms of war, his soul distills.
Each crack of thunder, each falling shell,
A hymn of defiance, a tolling bell.
Cast in shadow, bound by fate,
Dantioch guards the iron gate.
Through the storms, his strength remains,
A hero carved from treachery's chains.
Iron Within, a warrior's creed,
Born of loyalty, a dying breed.
Shadow Without, his legacy vast,
Barabas Dantioch, a name to last.