Kasrkin Soldiers | Warhammer 40K

Born in the fires where Warp winds scream,
Raised in ruins of a dying dream.
Whiteshields chosen, tempered in blood
Hardened in warzones where courage turns mud.

Carapace locked, hellgun burning white,
Biotech muscle braced for the fight.
We stand where worlds would rather flee
Steel in hand, iron in creed.

Every scar a vow we made,
Every death a price we paid.
Honour is the armour we never shed
Cadia lives in the fearless dead.


Kasrkin! Hold the line
In Cadia’s shadow, we rise and shine.
Hotshot fury, thunder veins,
Storm the breach through fire and chains.

Kasrkin! Born to stand
When the galaxy burns, we make our stand.
For the Emperor, for the world we lost
Warriors forged at any cost.

Grenadiers storm through hell-lit dust,
Frag and krak hope turns to rust.
Plasma flare, meltagun roar,
Kick down Chaos like a steel-plated door.

Caducades branded deep in flesh,
Hearts like bolters relentless, fresh.
No fear, no falter, no retreat
Discipline’s hammer they can’t defeat.

Lost Cadia carved into our bones
We fight as if reclaiming thrones.
Thirteen Crusades could not erase
Iron souls, fire in faith.

Kasrkin! Hold the line
In Cadia’s shadow, we rise and shine.
Hotshot fury, thunder veins,
Storm the breach through fire and chains.

Kasrkin! Without fear
When Abaddon came, we stood right here.
Though Cadia fell to endless night
We are the ones who still choose to fight.

Worlds break.
Men break.
But a Kasrkin… never.

We carry Cadia in every trigger pull,
In every fallen brother,
In every burning fortress wall.

Kasrkin! Hold the line—
Last echo of a world divine.
Through ruin, war, Warp’s black tide—
Cadia stands where Kasrkin stride.

Kasrkin! Iron-born
Carved from honour, discipline, scorn.
Raise your hellguns light the sky…
For Cadia never truly dies.

Kasrkin…
Stand ready.
The next war calls.