Attend, O daughters of the Throne,
ye bearers of the sacred flame.
By bolter bright and burning faith
we sanctify the Emperor’s name.
Lowly were we in mortal birth,
yet chosen are we now to stand,
armored in prayer and righteous wrath,
His holy will within our hand.
Lift high the fleur-de-lis of light,
let incense rise with thundered shot.
Where heretics profane His realm
our cleansing fire shall spare them not.
Blessed the blade that strikes for Him,
blessed the round that finds its mark.
For in the Emperor’s endless sight
no soul may hide within the dark.
Gloria Imperatori.
Through ash and ruin we advance,
our hymns made loud in roaring guns.
No fear may dwell within our hearts—
for we are His devoted ones.
When witches crawl from warp-born night
and traitors stain the sacred ground,
we answer with the martyr’s vow
and let the holy flame resound.
By blood of saints and sacred bones
our battle banners rise once more.
Each sister sworn in faith and steel
to guard the Throne forevermore.
Let doubt be purged.
Let weakness burn.
Let truth descend in righteous flame.
For every step upon the field
is prayer made manifest in war.
Gloria Imperatori.
Should we fall upon the blade
or in the furnace of the fight,
our souls ascend through martyr’s fire
to dwell within His endless light.
Thus speak we now with thundered voice,
our vow unbroken evermore—
For the Emperor our lives are given,
for His glory we make war.
Ave Imperator.
And in His name we rise again,
daughters of wrath, of faith, of flame.
The Sisters of Battle
DeltasCommander
