Before the swollen gaze of the Dark Eye, do I stand I hold for He who long ago sacrificed for

man I will yield no ground, I shall take no step back In His name and for His will, I will never surrender +++++ Pierce my flesh, break my bones, take my life These matter not In my sacrifice, ye of the Dark Gods shall know defeat For even in Death shall we be triumphant in His name +++++ Lo! I have fallen in battle for He and his flock Prepare my place, O Lord! I shall stand by thee side until the End Times Until Thy will be done +++++ Take heed, ye who have surrendered to the Darkness We shall be unbowed and unbroken For where there is darkness, His light shall shine And the darkness shall retreat +++++ We who have bled shall be redeemed We who have fallen shall be exulted We who have sacrificed shall be rewarded We who have died shall be avenged +++++ Stand, O warriors of the Emperor! Let no despair fall upon thy bless-ed hearts! Stand and fight! For it is by thy sacrifice that thee shall be remembered!! +++++ By our deeds shall we be known Let these deeds be a mighty sword from which He who rests upon the Throne shall wield For with mighty deeds shall the darkness be thrown back into the Abyss And in them will thee prevail +++++ Take succor in His strength Steel thy soul with His word Armor thy personage in faith to He Arm thy self with His will +++++ Suffer not the Unclean Suffer not the Impure Suffer not the Weak Suffer not the Heretic +++++

Amor Imperator! Fiat Justicia! Go forth in His name and find victory!

Benevolent God-Emperor, hear my prayer In honor I have served You, willing and without thought I have fought in the blood and the mud of a thousand worlds In Your name, have I smote the enemies that would stand against Your omnipresent will Please benevolent God-Emperor, hear my prayer Thy enemies now stand at the gate The tides of darkness have come to destroy the bastion of the faithful Their words are lies, filled with death and contagion Their masses seeth before our mighty walls Their numbers are without end I am but one small guttering candle flame standing before the gathering storm of the Dark I will not be able to hold Most holy and benevolent God-Emperor, answer my prayer I have fallen before the all-consuming darkness I fought until I heard Death's clarion call My life they took, my body they broke But my spirit has remained true I have faced the final test and passed Their blasphemous words have fallen upon the deaf ears of one of the faithful Please mighty God-Emperor, open the gates that I might enter Open the gates so that one more fallen soldier might come home Please, O God-Emperor, heed my call Our Father who waits upon the Golden Thone, Hear our plea, Grant us the strength to defy your foes, Grant us the will to ignore their blandishments, Grant us the courage to stand before them, With your grace, we shall know no fear.
Do you ever go into a fight thinking there's no point giving my best, I'll get another chance later? We only ever get one shot, Marlin. Life is one shot. Making it count is all that matters. "If you can't stun them with your tactical brilliance, baffle them with your superior grasp of BS." "I refuse to engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed man."

Screaming blood! I hear it crying out for vengeance, for retribution, for restitution! The blood begs to be heard, a resonant entreating prayer. Beneath the throne of the lost it pleads to be found, to be sanctified and purified. The blood of the martyr, the blood of the slain, the blood of the hero shed for those who knew it not. In the darkness I can hear it weeping. In the shadows I hear it's plea, 'Avenge me!' It charges to the light. As I walk through the swirling smoke of the long abandoned temple I hear the blood of saints long dead join the voice of the martyr, 'Avenge us lest we be forgotten.' Consumed by grief I fall to my knees and weep. I will except their beseeching. I will not let them be forgotten. I alone have heard the voices of the blood ascending into the night. My armor has been purified and my soul cleansed from taint. My heart is pure for I am the avenger of the saints past slain.

We are The Emperors Vengeance. We are a Brotherhood, born for War We serve the one True Emperor, we bear his name. We will serve his will We will never accept defeat We will advance when all else fails We will never surrender We are the harbingers of death, the deliverers of pain; we are the mailed fist of the Emperor. We bare his arms We bare his blood We will fight all that stand against Humanity, whether human or xenos We are the Astartes, warriors of the Imperium We are the Emperors Vengeance

An empty mind is like unto a freshly turned sod; if not sown with the seeds of love, duty and honour, the insidious weeds of heresy will take root. The warrior who acts out of honour cannot fail. His duty is honour itself. Even his death - if it is honourable - is a reward and can be no failure, for it has come through duty. Seek honour as you act, therefore, and you will know no fear. Do not waste your tears. I was not born to watch the world grow dim. Life is not measured in years, but by the deeds of men.

What is the terror of death? That we die our work incomplete What is the joy of life? To die knowing our task is done.