Litany of Battle
When will my soul be like thrice-forged steel?
In the heat of Battle!
When does your duty to the Emperor end?
In deaths
cold embrace!
What will be
your reward?
The knowledge I have done my duty!
What will be your battle-cry?
Death Comes for You!
Praise the Emperor!
Litany of Hate
While the traitor still draws breath,
We will know only hate.
While the alien still lives,
We will know no comfort.
While the mutant still walks,
We will know no respite.
While the heretic still breathes,
We know no fear.
While the daemon still sins,
We will know only death.
Litany of the armory
With the bolter, purge the Unclean.
We will purge!
With the flamer, burn the heretic.
We will burn!
We the plasma-gun, kill the traitor.
We will kill!
With the melta-gun, annihilate the daemon
We will annihilate!
With the las-cannon, destroy the foul.
We will destroy!
With the chain-sword, rend the pysker.
We will rend!
With the knife, stab the spawn.
We will stab!
Litany of the dead
O' Emperor, give this Brother peace,
For he has known only war.
O' Emperor, give this Brother comfort,
For he has known only pain.
O' Emperor, give this Brother strength,
For he has known only hardship.
O' Emperor, give this Brother solace,
For he has died for his comrades.
O' Emperor, give this Brother courage,
For he will be unwilling to accept Your praise
