Lex Imperialis

From Precinct-Fortress, iron and stone, We stand where Terra’s will is known, No planetary lord commands — The Lex alone directs our hands. In hive and spire, in ash and flame, We brand rebellion with its name, Seal and sigil, writ and text — All kneel before the Holy Lex. Lex! Lex Imperialis! Law eternal, cold and endless. Lex! By Terra’s distant light, We are the statute, we are the right. No plea, no crown, no bloodline’s claim — All are equal in the Lex’s name. The tithe accounted, measured, weighed, No deficit shall go unpaid, Sedition blooms in whispered breath — The Lex responds with chains and death. Not wrath nor hatred fuels the blow, But codified decree we know, Each verdict sealed, each sentence fixed, All judgment flows from sacred Lex. Lex! Lex Imperialis! Unbroken code, austere, relentless. Lex! By High Lords’ distant hand, We are command across the land. Compliance sworn or bodies fall — The Lex stands sovereign over all. Shieldwall locked in ordered line, Shotcannon speaks the final sign, Arrest, enforce, adjudicate — The Lex does not negotiate. While governors scheme and nobles lie, While heretics their fate defy, Through void and hive, through fire and wrecks, Eternal stands the Iron Lex. Lex! Lex Imperialis! Voice of Terra, vast, imperious. Lex! No refuge, no appeal — Only the sentence made of steel. Stand compliant, mark the text — Your life is written in the Lex.