Letras
Through blood and ash through pain's decree
We walk the path of penitence free.
Beneath the lash our sins confess
To purge the soul the flesh must bless.
In sackcloth shrouds with blades in hand
We tread the dust of a dying land.
Each scar a prayer each wound a plea
To the Golden Throne our offering be.
The guilt we bear the sins we wear
A penitent's cry through the frigid air.
No chains to bind no shield to hide
Only faith and fire at our side.
Through righteous flame and holy dread
We walk the line between life and dead.
Repent! The emperor calls!
Through blood we rise as heresy falls.
Cast down your sin let virtue shine
In death redemption is divine!
Repent! The emperor calls!
Through blood we rise as heresy falls.
Cast down your sin let virtue shine
In death redemption is divine!
With tear-streaked eyes through fire we fight
Our penance burns in the darkest night.
The chainsword sings its savage hymn
A melody grim both fierce and dim.
Each strike redeems each cut refines
The sinner's soul through sacred lines.
Through agony the truth is made
A martyr's penance a blade unafraid.
The emperor's will our guiding star
No mercy grants where heretics are.
Repent! The emperor calls!
Through blood we rise as heresy falls.
Cast down your sin let virtue shine
In death redemption is divine!
Oh blessed pain the purging fire
Cleanse my soul of heretical mire.
Through holy torment I am reborn
A vessel of faith both broken and worn.
Let this blade sing the emperor's praise
As my life burns bright in the final blaze.