"Hear my words," the Saint did call,
"And listen well, one and all,
Cleanse them, purge them, kill them dead,
Yet fear them not, but in its stead,
Hate thy foe, and never cease
Until ye know the Emperor's peace!
For though we die the martyr's death
And lose we now our life and breath,
Rejoice! Thy sisters, our hearts will sing,
I know the fate this day shall bring!
Forever we shall spend our sleep,
As surely as thy honor keep,
Aside, on Terra, the Throne of Gold!
Forever more, our story told!"