emperor's will

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
The incense is thick, a cloying white shroud
The prayers of the Convent are screaming out loud
Sister Elara, the pride of the flame
Carries a burden, a biological shame
A mutation of flesh, a divergent design
A secret she kept from the Emperor’s line
But the Canoness saw through the weave of her robes
The heresy hidden in the soft, hidden lobes.

(Pre-Chorus)
The incense settles. The silence descends.
Where the dogma begins and the anatomy ends.
Line up the sisters, the steel-toed boots of gold
For a story of penance that needs to be told.

(Chorus)
(Heavy percussion, rhythmic chanting)
Shatter the pride! Break the profane!
Purge the anomaly! Sever the vein!
In the name of the Golden Throne, we call:
*Fuck your balls!*
(Screamed) *FUCK YOUR BALLS!*
Sunder the seed that the warp tried to sow,
Down in the dirt where the penitents go.

(Verse 2)
One strike for the hubris, two for the lie
Three for the spirit that refuses to die
The leather boots crack like a thunderous bell
A symphony ringing in a localized hell
She’s gasping for air, her armor is cracked
The purity of pain is the only thing tracked
No salve for the bruising, no balm for the sore
Just the rhythmic percussion of the Imperial war.

(Bridge)
(Slowing down, haunting choral harmony)
Oh, the soul is a vessel, the flesh is a veil
When the vessel is crooked, the spirit will fail
We strip away comfort, we strip away grace
Until the divine is the only thing left in this place.
(Building speed)
Step forward, Sister!
Assume the position!
The purity of the blow is the only mission!

(Guitar Solo - Chaotic and Aggressive)

(Chorus)
(Maximum volume, rhythmic stomping)
Shatter the pride! Break the profane!
Purge the anomaly! Sever the vein!
In the name of the Golden Throne, we call:
*Fuck your balls!*
(Screamed) *FUCK YOUR BALLS!*
Sunder the seed that the warp tried to sow,
Down in the dirt where the penitents go.

(Outro)
(Fading out, rhythmic chanting like a heartbeat)
Purify the flesh...
(Stomp)
Purify the seed...
(Stomp)
The Emperor provides...
(Stomp)
Everything we need.
*Fuck your balls.*
(Final crashing chord)