[Intro] (low hum of machines, distant screams of servitors, distorted binary whispers) Machine God... Omnissiah... Motive Force... ...flesh... is... weakness... ...flesh... is... imperfection... ...flesh... is... the source of betrayal... [Verse 1] Under the red sky of Mars... In black cathedrals of flesh and steel, we sing. We cut, sawing the sacred hymn, While blood flows into an altar of cold brass. We burn flesh to get closer to God. We rip out nerves and implant wires. Every bolt is a prayer. Every gear is a holy truth. Blood flows through oil lines, The brain boils in sacred oil. We praise the Machine God with the scream of torn flesh. We praise Him with pain and iron. [Chorus] (slowly, heavily, almost like a prayer of the dead) Omnissiah… Accept us… Omnissiah… Make us pure… Let the sacred machine fill the emptiness within. …flesh… is… weakness… …flesh… is… imperfection… …flesh… is… the source of betrayal… [Verse 2] In the dark depths of Mars's gloomy dungeons We hear His voice—cold as a vacuum. He speaks through the torn throats of servitors, He stares with billions of red auspex eyes. We tear our faces to install vox-grilles. We gouge out our eyes to install auspexes. The heart is cut out. In its place, a reactor. The soul is burned out. In its place is binary code. We worship Him in the silence of cryo-chambers, We pray to Him, flaying the skin from the living. Each implant is a step towards perfection, Omnissiah… Accept us… Omnissiah… Make us pure… Let the sacred machine fill the emptiness within. [Bridge] (very slowly, almost a whisper, with heavy distortion) We… are no longer human… We are merely vessels… We are merely conduits of His will… Our faces are masks of chrome and bone, Our hearts have long since stopped… but something still beats within… There is no god but the Machine God… And the Omnissiah is His embodiment. The flesh must burn. Weakness must be cut out. [Verse 3] We march across the battlefields, Leaving rivers of grease and blood in our wake. Our servitors howl hymns. Our dogmas are the volleys of a heavy bolter. Every shot is a litany. Every kill is an offering. We do not kill. We cleanse the world of weak flesh. [Final Chorus] (explosion, utter chaos, screams, and a machine howl) OMNISSIAH!!! Take the remnants of our humanity!!! OMNISSIAH!!! Make us perfect!!! RUST IS HERESY! RUST IS HERESY!! RUST IS HERESY!!! Let the blood freeze in the veins, Let the mind become pure code, Let the last tears evaporate on hot iron… "Credo Omnissiah" "There is no truth in the flesh, only betrayal... There is no strength in the flesh, only weakness... There is no permanence in the flesh, only decay..." [Outro] (only a dead, mechanical voice, repeating like a damaged recording) Biological m m matter... n n unacceptable... ++ Biological m m matter... must be purified... ++ FLESH IS WEAK. THE MACHINE IS ETERNAL. OMNISSIAH!!! Flesh is weakness Flesh is weakness (ends with a prolonged sound of an electromagnetic storm and a dying human scream, turning into binary noise)
