Sacred iron, blood made pure, In battle we stand as the wall secure. Through the fire, through brutal war, We serve the voice of the Machine once more. Body hardened, mind is law, Our faith will never bend nor flaw. In arms the truth forever stands, The Omnissiah calls our hands. Glory, glory, Omnissiah, Eternal light of the Machine Messiah. Iron lives and flesh must fall, The Machine-God rules us all. Astartes born to die in war, We keep the order, strong and sure. Flesh is fragile, iron stays, Through sacred rites we’re cleansed always. Iron eye and crystal heart, Chaos hated, lies torn apart. Under code and under creed, We march as one by one decree. Glory, glory, Omnissiah, Eternal light of the Machine Messiah. Iron lives and flesh must fall, The Machine-God rules us all. Blessed be the arms I wield, Holy chants that never yield. Oil, seal, and ordered word, Iron spirit’s edge is heard. No more doubt and no more shame, In the circuit none profane. Through the data, through slow psalm, The soul becomes a tool made calm. Glory, glory, Omnissiah, Eternal light of the Machine Messiah. Iron lives and flesh must fall, The Machine-God rules us all. When the stars burn dark and cold, We fight in silence, grim and bold. Final hour, final sound, Iron’s clang—no mortal cry resounds. If we fall, we’re not erased, In the Machine we’re re-encased. Memory carved in iron bright, Foretold victory forged in might.
