In the void where the silence screams, We purge the stars of broken dreams, A dying world, beyond repair, Too much corruption in the air. No prayers left that could redeem, No holy light, no final gleam, So from above, we cast the flame— And wipe the slate in the Emperor’s name. No hesitation, no remorse, We stay the righteous, chosen force, If rot runs deep beneath the skin, Then burning all is not a sin. Exterminatus, let it fall, Fire rains down and ends it all, Ash to ash, no cries remain, Purified by holy flame. Better none than tainted souls, Cleanse the dark, restore control, In the end, it’s mercy’s art— A burning world, a brand new start. Cities crumble, oceans boil, We sanctify corrupted soil, No heresy escapes the sky, No traitor left to testify. A billion lives, a single breath, Judged in fire, redeemed in death, Harsh the cost, but justice clear— No shadow lives when we draw near. We bear the weight so none must fall, We answer to a higher call, If darkness spreads from shore to shore, We close the book—and burn the lore. Exterminatus, let it fall, Fire rains down and ends it all, Ash to ash, no cries remain, Purified by holy flame. Better none than tainted souls, Cleanse the dark, restore control, In the end, it’s mercy’s art— A burning world, a brand new start. Is it salvation, is it doom? A silent, drifting, ashen tomb, We’ll never hear their final plea— Only echoes in eternity. Exterminatus, cold and bright, A dying world consumed by light, No more fear, no more decay, All corruption swept away. In the ashes, truth is found, Peace in flame, no heresy crowned, In the void, we play our part— A ruthless hand, a faithful heart.
