The difference between heresy and treachery is ignorance Smite all who would besmirch the Emperor's name Slay the impure and sanctify the faithful Seek for yourself a death worthy of remembrance Praise be the Emperor, who teaches us the ways of war No man died in the Emperor's service that died in vain Night descends, yet still the Emperor's light shows the way Mercy is a disease intolerance is the cure Mankind stands upon the shoulders of the martyred Life is the Emperor's currency, spend it well Life is measured not in years, but by the deeds of the faithful Let thy weapon be zeal, and thy armour contempt Knowledge brings us closer to annihilation If you see no signs of sedition, you aren't looking hard enough
Hope is the first step on the road to disappointment
He knows what lies in the darkness, and fears it not A coward's only reward is to live in fear another dayĪ dagger in the dark is worth a thousand swords at dawnĪ pity it is that we can die but once in the Emperor's serviceĪ swift execution is worth a hundred interrogationsĪbhor the Night, it is the Light that EnduresĪll mortal life is folly that does not feed the spiritĪn informed opinion must be dismissed with the resolute certainty of faithĪn open mind is like a fortress with its gates unbarred and unguardedīeyond the Emperor's light lies only despairīlessed are they without introspection, for they shall know no doubtīlessed be the vengeful God, for He is the only true Godīlood for the Blood God! Skulls for the Skull Throneīy the way of their death shall we know themīy your scars and deeds shall you be judgedĬarry the Will of the Emperor like a torch in the darknessĬleanse the mutant burn the heretic purge the xenosĬomplaining of thy lot is the first step on the Road to Damnationĭespise the weak, for they shall flock to the call of the renegadeĭestroy the corruption wherever it is foundĭo not shy the hopeless fight, for endeavour is its own rewardĭoubt not thy strength whilst faith prevailsĮndure the present, so those who follow may continue your endeavoursĮven the greatest hero is but a ripple on the surface of spaceįacts are chains that bind perception and fetter truthįear not obliteration, for it awaits us allįoolish are those who fear nothing, yet claim to know everythingįor every enemy without, there are a hundred withinįorgiveness is a crime punishable by deathįrom duty and death there can be no respite
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