Canned beer All wrapped in metal, Bright delights without of it, Golden light within.
Leadhead Falling on the field, But never in his duty; An iron resolve.
Lordar Slayer of rat men, True Knight Hospitalier, Lost to the mountain.
Revolution Praise be victories, For which labour fought and died. True May Day spirit.
Zanreak Copper With something to prove, An assassin kills and strikes, Followed by his hound.