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.

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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.

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The Mutant will cut you.

It will grind you

To dust.

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The Witch will corrupt you,

It will burn you

To ash.

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The Heretic will doom you,

It will sicken you

To descent.

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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.

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And when ye do die,

And die ye shall,

Look to the sky

And hope that ye

Have died in servitude.