Look not upon ye life,
But to ye faith.
Expect not for one's life to fall victim to prosperity and luxury,
But to expire,
Surrounded by the burst and bloodied souls of the Emperor's enemy;
The Mutant, the Witch, the Heretic.
The glory of The Imperium rests upon the legions of common,
Yet faitheful.
.
Do not seek prestige for ye self,
But for the One who protects.
Do not seek retribution in the name
Of ye planet, community,
But for the one you love as God-Emperor,
His throne, His temple,
His holiness and enduring love,
As well as His fortitude,
Imperium, and absolute wrath.
.
The Mutant will cut you.
It will grind you
To dust.
.
The Witch will corrupt you,
It will burn you
To ash.
.
The Heretic will doom you,
It will sicken you
To descent.
.
Unite ye massed faithful,
For the Emperor,
With His God-might,
With His God-courage,
Calls ye to rise;
To die;
For Him and His Imperium.
.
And when ye do die,
And die ye shall,
Look to the sky
And hope that ye
Have died in servitude.
