Eternal Light Furnace

We march in the name of the Eternal Light, Born of fury, forged in spite. No mercy left in this blackened soul— Only faith makes us whole. We burn the witch, we break the weak, No false prophet shall ever speak. The warp shall choke, the xeno fall— The Emperor answers our battle call. Hate is prayer, and prayer is blade, In His name, the price is paid. No peace, no doubt, no compromise— Only fire in our eyes. We are the wall that never bends, The final strike where heresy ends. No psyker’s scream, no sorcerer’s art Shall survive the wrath in our hearts. We crush the mutants, purge the stain, Let nothing impure still remain. The galaxy burns, but we stand tall— The Emperor reigns above it all. No fear, no rest, no turning back, We walk the righteous path of black. Every world that dares defy Will burn beneath our holy cry. Through void and war, through blood and flame, We carve existence in His name. Chains of doubt are torn apart— Faith is the only beating heart. And when the stars begin to die, We raise our swords up to the sky. For xeno, witch, and warp-born sin— We end what should not have been. No forgiveness, no escape— Only the Emperor awake.