May the Emperor have mercy on you... But there is no mercy—there is only duty and command. The Emperor protects! The Emperor leads! His light... amid the ashes of battle, His light... among the maidens chained in renunciation. The Sisters march—armored in prayer, They march—to crush in the name of faith. Their oaths are like chains, their path is through chaos, Where there is neither dawn nor warm lands. But who will hear their final groan, When darkness swallows their shadows in silence? The Emperor protects! The Emperor leads! Their lives serve His glory. Their lives are like candles in the wind of war. They come to fall in battle, Their glory is but an echo in the deep silence. Their hearts are scarred, tearful, and sorrowful. The sisters heal—but cannot save themselves, In the name of the Emperor... in the name of the path. They never retreat, Even when darkness devours the dawn. Their blood flows across the ground like a prayer, But there is no answer. The Emperor protects! The Emperor leads! When darkness thickens over the battlefield, When heresy hisses like a snake at their feet, When a brother has fallen beside them, when faith is like ice, When in their eyes there is only ash and pain... "The Emperor protects?"—the lips whisper, But the sky is silent, and the soul is empty. Their blood flows across the ground like a final plea, But no one will hear, no one will come. They cast worlds At the feet of His light—but themselves are in darkness. They cleanse the galaxy—at the cost of their blood, They bring divine justice—but who will appreciate their days? The Emperor protects! The Emperor leads! Let His punishment be swift, Let the flame of faith burn away the impure, For the Sisters are the sword in His right hand! And the sword feels no pain, knows no fear. It cuts—and falls, falls, falls… The Sororitas adepts once again rise to battle— Reason on the knife's edge, Faith like a chain leading to the slaughter, Death not a passage, but the final lie. They ask for no reward, expect no praise, Their deed is a whisper in the roar of darkness. No one will remember their names, no one will read The inscription on the stone: "Here the Sister fell, here she now lives…" The Emperor protects! The Emperor leads! Through smoke and fire, through pain and loss, Through the whispers of doubt and the fear of darkness, They walk—without hope of reward, For the Emperor, for duty, for dreams that are dead. Their steps are like thunder, but their hearts are empty, Their glances are like lightning, but they are blind. There is no turning back, no room for weakness, Only battle, only faith, only eternity. Every shot is a sigh, every battle is the end, Every friend is a shadow, every moment is a crown. They know: victory is but a word in prayer, Their life is His glory, but there is no warmth in it. The Emperor protects! The Emperor leads! The Sisters bring retribution—but their souls are weary. In the name of the Emperor... but where is the answer? Why do we burn if there is no truth here? Does the Emperor protect? Or simply watch as the lights fade? The Sisters of Battle stand guard, Until their hearts grow cold in the shadows. One last breath, one last look, The shadows of the past will not let go. Silence. Darkness. Not a sound. Not a word. Only faith—like a cross, like a chain, like the shackles of centuries. And the wind carries across the battlefields Whispers: "We believed... but there was no salvation..." The Sisters of Battle stand guard, While His light burns... The Emperor protects? The Emperor leads... The Emperor protects! The Emperor leads!
