Sisters of Silence

[Intro] (low, heavy chorus, almost in a whisper) Out of the silence… We're going out. Out of pain… We are born. Out of death… We're marching. [Verse 1] The step is as heavy as an Emperor's sentence, The armor is as black as the night on Terra. There is no blood in the veins, but sacred promethium., There is only duty and eternal war in our hearts. We are the sisters of silence, the daughters of emptiness., Where the voices of the angels are extinguished in fear. We are a blade that knows no mercy, We are the silence that brings only death. [chorus] Astartes! Astartes! Blood on the snow, blood on the stars! Astartes! Astartes! March through the ashes, march through eternity! The enemies shout, and we respond with silence., We only speak the language of a bolter. As long as the Emperor lives on the Golden Throne, We will walk on the bones of the galaxy! [Verse 2] Our helmets hide our faces., But they don't hide their holy rage. Every shot is a prayer., Every blow is a sacrament of death. We don't know love and fear., We have forgotten what tears are. There is only one sound that we recognize. — The sound with which heresy dies. [chorus] Astartes! Astartes! Blood on the snow, blood on the stars! Astartes! Astartes! March through the ashes, march through eternity! [Bridge] (male and female chorus together, very powerful) We are silence that has become a weapon, We are a void clothed in flesh. We are the Emperor's last argument, We are the ones who are afraid of Chaos! [Final chorus] (louder, more solemn, with a military marching rhythm) [Final chorus] (maximum power, with double chorus) ASTARTES!!! ASTARTES!!! Burn, creatures! Burn everything! ASTARTES!!! ASTARTES!!! We are coming for you! We're coming for you! While the Emperor's heart is beating — We will tear your flesh! While the Throne is on Terra — We will stomp on your skulls! THE IRON MARCH OF SILENCE! [Outro] (the rhythm accelerates to the limit, then abruptly stops) NO ONE WILL LEAVE ALIVE. As long as Terra burns, we won't die., As long as the Throne is alive, we will not fall. We march forever… In silence. (the chorus fades away, leaving only the heavy rhythm of the march and the distant sound of bolter fire) The silence… There is our war.