On the Shores of Marik, my friends, the fathers of our fathers made a stand under the flag of Belladon. Did they break and run? Yes! They ran to friendly places and loved ones, where they could be safe... and then, by providence of the God-Emperor, they saw what those friendly places and loved ones would become if they did not stand fast and, so stand fast they did! How do you feel?"

Belladon blood is like wine on the Emperor's lips!'

'Belladon souls have a special place at his side! If we spill our blood here today, then this is the soil he has chosen to bless and anoint! Oh, lucky land!'

'stand firm my friends,stand firm and fire! If they're going to have our precious blood they'll find the cost is dearer than they can afford! Fury of Belladon! Fury! Fury!