These heretics refute the Emperor's holy right to rule
Let them argue with the barrel of a gun
Heretics crave the cleansing fire of absolution
They need not fear, for we shall deliver it to them
By the bolters of the Sisterhood
The mutant the heretic and the traitor alike are cleansed of their sin of existence
So has it been for five millennia, so shall it be unto the end of time
But ultimately, like the Saints
We shall fall in battle
We are the Daughters of the Emperor
We are the Sisters of Battle.