Fellow guardians across the planes of time and space, Today we march onward and ever towards the battlefield, Not as enemies, as we see no gender, nor race, Or other such things. Today we march together, with one hand holds our fate, While the other carries the torch of hope. The Fallen will know not just fear, They will know our unstoppable might as we travel, Forth know that no matter what platform we each, Hail from we all fight as one as we drive those, Murdering psychotic freaks back to the very Depths of the black abyss that they crawled out of. As we the Guardians know no fear, For we shall carry the torches of those whom, Had fallen before us and bring hell upon those, Who dared to challenge us The Guardians of Our race of all race that remains. The moment they step into our world, Is the last thing they will ever do, For we shall let them all hear, Our monstrous roar, They will regret, and they will pay. As we will all fight as one, When they see one of us, They will see a thousand of us. Never give up, never lose hope, And may the light bless us all.