Stains (Sister of Battle)

Power metal, grimdark, orchestral metal, Warhammer 40K, cinematic metal, apocalyptic, heavy riffs, doom choir, battle chants, metal storytelling, purge anthem, epic destruction

April 2, 2025 at 5:51 AMv4

Sister of Battle assisting the space marine hunters with the last rites after the final ship is destroyed from a world issued to Exterminatus 5 months hunting and finally this chapter can be closed

At last.
The filth is gone.
The last of the vermin—crushed beneath my boots.
A whole species, wiped from memory.
Their cowardly vessels turned to drifting ash.
No more signals. No more screams.
Only silence. Righteous, blessed silence.

Five months of chasing ghosts… for what?
For the right to erase their existence myself.
They ran. They hid. They squealed like insects.
And I ground them to powder.

I burned their world.
I cracked their moons.
I watched the last escape ship detonate mid-plea.
The Emperor heard none of it. Nor did I.

The galaxy is cleaner.
The stain is removed.
And I—I am finally free again.
Free to return to my purpose.
Free to kneel at the altar of fire and duty.
Free to await the next name.
The next system.
The next neck to break.

Let them mark the coordinates.
Let the Chapter issue the command.
I have no rest. I require none.
I am fury. I am function. I am final.
Another stain awaits.
And I am ready to crush it.

Sister of Battle assisting the space marine hunters with the last rites after the final ship is destroyed from a world issued to Exterminatus 5 months hunting and finally this chapter can be closed At last. The filth is gone. The last of the vermin—crushed beneath my boots. A whole species, wiped from memory. Their cowardly vessels turned to drifting ash. No more signals. No more screams. Only silence. Righteous, blessed silence. Five months of chasing ghosts… for what? For the right to erase their existence myself. They ran. They hid. They squealed like insects. And I ground them to powder. I burned their world. I cracked their moons. I watched the last escape ship detonate mid-plea. The Emperor heard none of it. Nor did I. The galaxy is cleaner. The stain is removed. And I—I am finally free again. Free to return to my purpose. Free to kneel at the altar of fire and duty. Free to await the next name. The next system. The next neck to break. Let them mark the coordinates. Let the Chapter issue the command. I have no rest. I require none. I am fury. I am function. I am final. Another stain awaits. And I am ready to crush it.