Under corpse-lit skies where the Golden Throne wanes, We are the wrath that purifies the stains. The Warp claws at reason, gnaws at the soul, But through iron faith, we remain whole. Hive-smoke chokes worlds in a suffocating veil, Yet by His divine will, we do not fail. With bolter and blade, with fire and decree, We purge all corruption that dares to be. The light does not soothe — it burns and it sears, And in its holy wrath, all mercy disappears… HERETICS EVERYWHERE — BLASPHEMERS OF THE VOID, BY THE EMPEROR’S NAME, YOU SHALL BE DESTROYED. HERETICS EVERYWHERE — YOUR END IS SEALED, IN SACRED FIRE, YOUR FATE IS REVEALED. Cadia shattered, yet faith stands unbent, Through broken stars, His will is sent. The galaxy bleeds, reality cracks, But the Imperium never looks back. Fallen brothers fuel the sacred flame, Their sacrifice remembered in His name. Each shadow that moves, each whisper of lies, Is marked for death beneath His skies. They offer temptation, false gods, false grace, We answer with fire that none can face… HERETICS EVERYWHERE — IN BLOOD AND IN DUST, WE CLEANSE THE UNWORTHY, WE BURN THEM IN TRUST. HERETICS EVERYWHERE — NO PITY, NO PAIN, ONLY THE EMPEROR’S WILL SHALL REMAIN. Exterminatus — the final decree, A world erased for purity. Ashes remember what silence conceals: His judgment is absolute, and it kills. Under the Aquila’s eternal gaze, No heresy survives its blazing maze… HERETICS EVERYWHERE — BUT WE SEE THROUGH THE LIE, AND IN HOLY FIRE, YOUR FALSEHOODS DIE. HERETICS EVERYWHERE — YOUR TIME HAS RUN, FOR WE ARE HIS WRATH, AND HIS WILL IS DONE. Endless war, yet faith stays pure, In His holy light, all sins cure. Raise your voice — let the galaxy hear: We are the Emperor’s sword of fear.
