Song of the 53rd

Song of the 53rd

Pena merita, honor retributus, una stamus bellum aeternum gerentes cum Deo Imperatore ad latus, in fiducia et fidem pugnantes pro causa humani generis, purgantes corruptionem igni, omnia in nomine Imperatoris!

Zealot, the psychic borne, ogryn of mighty stature, steadfast veteran, waging war against the insidious deceptions of Chaos, striving to restore the sacred order through valorous might.

Per fidem in benedicti Dei Imperatoris gratia!

O ye steadfast in faith, exult in joyous ecstasy, for now doth your ears receive our hallowed utterance. The end of madness is finally here!

We are the 53rd!

Our penance hath borne fruit, restoring the sacred order from the abyss of discord; we are the 53rd, for the Emperor doth shield those who prove their valor! We are the Electum!

Raise power sword high, send bolter shell forth to quell corrupted, fighting hordes of chaos cultist, reaping Imperial justice, now the madness shall end, oh citizens have faith for our god emperor doth save! In emperor we always trust, in eternal battle we endure, we will always answer command to save those who keep faith in emperors saving grace

Our penance hath borne fruit, restoring the sacred order from the abyss of discord; we are the 53rd, for the Emperor doth shield those who prove their valor! We are Electum!

In thrall to the sacred imperial decree and edicts from the celestial Ascendant, we march forth with unyielding resolve, our faith unwavering, ever reliant upon the Emperor's salvific benediction! We are the illustrious Fifty-Third!