[Intro]
(Low, rumbling pipe organ. A choir of female voices chants in Gothic Latin)**
*Sanguine. Sancti. Ignis. Dominus.*
*Sanguine. Sancti. Ignis. Dominus.*
[Verse]
In the shadow of the spire, where the incense smoke descends,
We lace our souls in ceramite, the flame that never ends.
With the oil of the martyr, we anoint the bolter’s shell,
To lead the lost and lonely through the burning mouth of hell.
We are the daughters of the Creed, the roses in the dark,
Carrying the ember of the Master’s holy spark!
[Pre Chorus]
Hear the click of the magazine, feel the heat of the pyre,
Our devotion is the fuel, and our hatred is the fire!
(Choir: *In Nomine Imperator!*)
[Chorus]
Burn the heretic! Cleanse the sky!
In the Emperor’s light, we live and die!
With the Trinity of war—the Bolter, Flamer, Melta’s breath,
We are the brides of victory, the sisters of holy death!
No retreat! No remorse! Our faith is our shield!
Until the last of the traitors are broken on the field!
[Verse]
The Exorcist is screaming, playing hymns of lead and bone,
A symphony of vengeance for the Master on the Throne.
Through the warp-tainted whispers and the xenos’ hollow lies,
We walk with iron footsteps, for the spirit never dies.
See the wings of the Living Saint, a shadow o'er the fray,
As the enemies of Man are turned to ash and blown away!
[Pre Chorus]
Hear the click of the magazine, feel the heat of the pyre,
Our devotion is the fuel, and our hatred is the fire!
(Choir: *In Nomine Imperator!*)
[Chorus]
Burn the heretic! Cleanse the sky!
In the Emperor’s light, we live and die!
With the Trinity of war—the Bolter, Flamer, Melta’s breath,
We are the brides of victory, the sisters of holy death!
No retreat! No remorse! Our faith is our shield!
Until the last of the traitors are broken on the field!
[Bridge]
(Music drops to a low, rhythmic chant with heavy percussion)**
(Chant)
*Fleur-de-lis upon the breast.* (Stomp)
*Put the heretic to rest.* (Stomp)
*Blood of martyrs, holy wine.* (Stomp)
*By His will, and by design.* (Stomp)
FOR THE GOLDEN THRONE!
FOR THE GATES OF TERRA!
PURITY THROUGH FIRE!
[Final Chorus]
Burn the heretic! Cleanse the sky!
In the Emperor’s light, we live and die!
With the Trinity of war—the Bolter, Flamer, Melta’s breath,
We are the brides of victory, the sisters of holy death!
No retreat! No remorse! Our faith is our shield!
Until the last of the traitors are broken on the field!
[Outro]
The fire fades to embers...
The smoke begins to rise...
We go to join the martyrs...
Underneath His watchful eyes...
[Whisper]
*Only in death does duty end.*
*Sanguine. Sancti. Ignis. Dominus.*
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