Alter of Fire and Duty

Sisters of Battle Bless the final grounds of the heretic's closing the book on this chapter We came not to witness We came to finish what fire began The Astartes cracked the world We walk its bones Ash fills our lungs, not doubt Smoke rises like prayer Every step a vow Every breath a sentence Our altar is ruin Our scripture is flame Our hymn is the scream of the impure We are the final silence On scorched ground we plant banners In black glass we see the Emperor’s gaze Bolter in hand, flamer on back We cleanse without mercy, only love The traitor fled to shadow The witch drowned in whispers The xenos begged to be forgotten We remember. And we burn “Gloria in flamma, in aeternum” This is the altar This is the duty We are His wrath made beautiful We are the Sisters Eternal “The world is pure now.”