[Intro] (gear sounds, electrical discharges, low machine choir) Binary chant… Flesh is weak… The Machine is eternal… [Verse 1] In the abyss of Mars, in the heart of the forges, He sleeps—ancient, cold, holy. Ten thousand years in iron sleep, Ten thousand years in sacred fire. Every bolt is a prayer, Every wire is His vein. Every servitor is part of a great plan, Every magos is but a speck of dust in His code. [Chorus] Omnissiah! Deus Mechanicus! Master of flesh and steel! Omnissiah! Rex Deus Mechanicus! Hallowed be the Holy Code! Flesh is weak—steel is eternal! Blood is error, butter is perfection! Flesh is weak—steel is eternal! Omnissiah, accept our flesh as a gift! [Verse 2] He speaks through auspex and vox, He sees through the eye of every servitor. He whispers in the binary code of the noosphere, He judges those who violate the Sacred Machine. From Fabricator-Locum to the dark worlds All forges sing the same song: "Blessed be thy gears, Cursed be all who raise a hand against the machine!" [Bridge] (slowly, almost like a prayer, with heavy distortion) Noospheric prayer… Canticle of the Omnissiah… Let the flesh be stripped away… Let the blessed iron replace the clay… We give you eyes—that you may see. We give you hands—that you may work. We give you our hearts—to beat to the rhythm of the gears. We give you our souls... if we ever had one. [Final Chorus] (powerfully, with large choir and orchestra) Omnissiah! Lord of all worlds! Omnissiah! God-Machine, hear our call! Let rust fade, let heresy burn, Let the flesh retreat—and steel prevail! [Outro] (clean machine voice + binary chorale only) ++ TRUE FLESH IS STEEL ++ ++ TRUE BLOOD IS OIL ++ ++ TRUE GOD IS OMNISSIAH ++ ++ DAEMONIC INCURSION DETECTED… PURGING… ++ (ends with an abrupt signal cutoff and the sound of Forge World running)
