"If I'm not back in 10 minutes, call the Pope!"
I'm the First War Bishop of the Church of Christ the Avenger
— Ã˜ Gadmar
, smiling and brandishing dual battle axes
"Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and for thy possession, the ends of the earth. Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron. Thou shalt dash them in pieces, like a potters vessel. Be wise now therefore ye kings. Be admonished ye judges of the earth. Serve the Lord with fear, and rejoice with trembling. Kiss the son lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, though his wrath be kindled but a little."
"I am the righteous shield of Moradin and a sword in his mighty hand! I fear no evil!"
: A paladin may well be the finest, purest example of what a man can be — the epitome of all that is noble. And a paladin mounted for battle on his war charger
, filled with holy zeal and absolute courage, might well be the most inspiring sight that many mortals could hope to see. He can, and does, accomplish much good. But a hundred paladins, a thousand? United in purpose, single-minded and driven by their sense of duty? I tell you truly, Uncle, I can think of no better definition of terror.
"I'm sorry to tell you that our name, 'Sisters of Mercy', is a bit misleading. God shows mercy. We don't."
And Saint Attila raised the hand grenade up on high, saying, "O Lord, bless this thy hand grenade, that with it thou mayst blow thine enemies to tiny bits, in thy mercy." And the Lord did grin.
God made us the boss.
God gave us the cross.
We turned it into a sword
To spread the Word of the Lord.
: ''Three years. For three years I warned you this day was coming. But you would not listen. Pride, you said, presumption. And now the Shadows are on the move. The Centauri and the younger worlds are at war, the Narns have fallen. Even the Humans are fighting one another. The pride was yours, the presumption was yours. For a thousand years we have been awaiting for fulfilment of prophecy, and when it finally happens, you scorn it, you reject it. Because you no longer believe it yourselves. 'We stand between the candle and the star, between the darkness and the light.' You say the words, but your hearts are empty, your ears closed to the truth. You stand for nothing but your own petty interests. 'Problems of others are not our concern.' I do not blame you for standing silent in your shame. You, who knew what was coming, but refused to take up the burden of this war. If the warrior caste will not fight, then the rest of us will. If the Council has lost its way, if it will not lead, if we have abandoned our covenant with Valen, the Council should be broken, as was prophecied. We must stand with the others now, before it's too late. Between the worker caste and the religious caste we control two thirds of our forces. Do you, I say, listen to the voice of your conscience? Break the Council, and come with we. Our time of isolation is over. We move now, together, or not at all."
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored.
He has loosed the fateful lightning of his terrible swift sword. His truth is marching on.
I will not be slightly worried or reluctant to leave my wife and young daughter under protection of any Sikh soldier.
— Anonymous British General
God made Arakis to train the faithful.
I pray for the safety of all good people who come to Zion. *Cocks pistol* But we can't expect God to do all the work.
When our Lord enetered the temple and found it polluted by money changers and beasts, did he ask them to leave? Did he cry? Did he simply walk away?
No. He drove them out. It is one thing to forgive a slap across my cheek, but an insult to The Lord requires, no, it demands correction.
"Hell’s bells. I don’t call him the Fist of God as a pet name, folks."
I will shoulder my musket and brandish my sword. In defense of this land and the word of the Lord
— From song, Bright Sunny South
I have seen the fire
Of a thousand suns pass by
While blasphemers fill the air
Bearing false witness
Now we rise
All ye children of the wild
Fists like hammers fill the air
Vast legions all immortal
Smash the stilness everywhere
Gangster: Are you a cop?
Sister Stephanie: No. I'm with a tougher outfit. I'm a nun.
Through the destruction of our enemies do we earn our salvation.
This is as my Master told it to me and now I tell it to thee.
There are a billion names of damnation! A billion kinds of things that slither and slime and defile the land and sea and wind. Each thing is a kind of sin spawned by man's evil. And that man is very sinful there are many of these damned things and their power is great.
As the purpose of all things in nature is to increase so it is with the damned. They would we joined them and so they seek to overcome us. In alien forms they assault us. In sleep they come to spread doubt and fear among us. They would corrupt our hearts and see us damned too. Trust them not nor suffer them to live.
For each alien destroyed is a soul freed from eternal bondage. Each mortal alien life extinguished is a human soul raised to glory. Thus our eternal destiny is written in the blood of the alien.
With sword and spear destroy the alien. With cannon shot and gun blast smash the alien. With laser beam and searing plasma scatter the alien to the stars. With tooth and fist and hammer blows, with axe
and poison-bombs, with VIRUS-CHARGE and THERMAL MINE!
KILL THEM ALL! KILL THEM ALL! KILL THEM ALL!
As my Master told it to me I now tell it to thee that thou shalt tell others in thy turn.
Suffer not the Witch to live.
— The Commandments of Holy Terra
Bring fire and bring shell and heap all upon the pyre. With flame and gun we shall make an end to the withered husk that is human life. And in the blazing furnace of battle we shall forge anew the iron will of a yet stronger race.
Let the Flames of Battle Consume Us!
All that the Emperor asks of you is that you hate.
— Commissar Anton Gebbet, Last Words
It is the savage beast of war that drives Mankind on his course and pursues him to his destination. It feeds upon his terror. It grows more hungry with each passing year and soon it shall consume him whole.
The Age of Battle is begun. The fires of war burn brightly from star to star. Everywhere the fortresses of Man are steeped in blood and ancient enemies appear from the darkness. Sensing weakness they gather for the kill. They know as we know that as night approaches all mortal life shall be extinguished. We know, as they cannot, that there shall be a new dawn and a new day when we will rise anew and they shall be driven into the darkness forever.
The Age of Battle is Begun.
I am the hammer, I am the instrument of His will, the tip of His spear, the edge of His sword, the flight of his arrows, the gauntlet about His fist. I am the hammer, the hate, the bane of the treacherous and the woes of all daemonkind.
— The Malleus Maleficarum
The martyr's grave is the keystone of the Imperium.
— The First Book of Indoctrinations
We endeavor in the darkness of battle who cannot win the fight. The time for peace is over and now it is time to die. It is the age of war and our last days must be lived amidst the sound of our own destruction.
Now the great wheel of human existence turns almost full circle. From the cradle of the Earth it has turned through vast epochs of time. Once in the light of the sun it turned as civilizations rose and fell and were forgotten. In the light of the stars knowledge blossomed and withered whilst the wheel span on. Now the great wheel of human existence, almost complete, turns again as it approaches a time of dying and the moment of inhuman birth.
Abhor the Night, it is the Light that Endures!
I long for death, not because I seek peace, but because I seek the war eternal.
— Cardinal Armandus Helfire - "Reflections on the Long Death"
Fotens terribilitas, adjuva me in extremis!
Mighty Terribilitas, aid me in my plight!
Prayer to the Emperor
There is only the Emperor,
and he is our shield and protector.
— From the First Book of the Astronomicon
To live is to sin, and to be a sinner is to be cleansed. Only the fiery wrath of the Emperor, as pronounced and executed by His mortal followers, can save humanity from destroying itself in a morass of carnal wantonness and tolerant servitude to those who have been corrupted. The Redemptionists will bring fire and they will bring death, and those that oppose them are sinners themselves for they seek to shield the dark and the unholy from the righteous works of the Redemptionists. Repent and join, or be cursed and die.
— Creed of the Red Redemption
Prayer may cleanse the soul, but pain cleanses the body. Both are necessary for the survival of humanity.
Though the darkness will be rent by noise and flame,
Let not men's souls be broken in the crucible of war.
— Preacher Veltros Theodorus- "Sermons in the Thunder"
The will of the Emperor be done.
As the blood of the slain is laid upon you so may you lay the enemy's blood at the feet of the Emperor.
Lay blood at the Emperor's feet.
As the rune of protection is inscribed upon you so may the litanies of protection ward your soul.
May your soul be guarded from impurity as the warriors within you guide your weapons, may you in your turn, guide their lives.
Stand true against the trials of war.
— The Prima Incubatorta
Ask not the name of the Enemy. Ask not his Will, nor his Method. Ask not to think his Thoughts and ask not to speak his Words. Ask only for the strength to kill him!
— The Imperial Infantryman's Uplifting Primer (Addendum Spiritual)
Oh, Emperor, help me massacre on this day of days.
— Klovis, the Redeemer of Necromunda, during Devil Night
I tread the path of Righteousness. Though it be paved with broken glass, I shall walk it barefoot; though it crosses rivers of fire, I will pass over them; though it wanders wide, the light of the Emperor guides my step.
— Confessor Dolan of Chiros - "Sermon on the road to Gathalamor"
With Faith and Fire
— First Maxim of the Sisters of Battle
Praise the Emperor and pass the ammunition. For what one doesn't cure, the other will.
— Adepta Sororitas Proverb
Alone, naked and unarmed did Phistinius go to meet the Dark Warrior in battle. Nine were the wounds dealt in defying the Archenemy, each more terrible than the last. As the last blow connected, a man died.
And so did Saint Phistinius arise once more and choke the life from his adversary with naught but his bare hands, and then did he scream out to the heavens for deliverance. And lo, the heavens answered - the Angels of Death came on wings of fire.
— Inquisitor Evan Thoth - "The Axioms of Divinity"
Guns and warriors are useful, but it is our indomitable will that promises ultimate victory
— Cardinal Jung - "Musings"
Lead us from death to victory, from falsehood to truth.
Lead us from despair to hope, from faith to slaughter.
Lead us to His strength and an eternity of war.
Let His wrath fill our hearts.
Death, war, and blood;
in vengeance serve the Emperor and the name of Dorn!
— Vow sworn by the Black Templars before the Lifting of the Long Night
While vile mutants still draw breath, there can be no peace. While obscene heretics hearts till beat, there can be no respite. While faithless traitors still live, there can be no forgivness.
— The Catechism of Hate - Verse I of XXV
Acknowledge death as it approaches, but do not succumb to its touch, for your purpose is greatness.
— Reclusiarch Avindus, of the Blood Angels
The sickbed is poison to us, grow strong in the name of the Emperor's law and rise from it to your duty. The Emperor's name is your armour; the Emperor's commandments are your strength. The Emperor's voice speaks to turn your wounds to scars and your pain to the cold work of punishment.
— Prayer to the Emperor
In fury, faith
In hatred, purpose
In battle, honour
In death, a martyr's end.
— The First Book of Indoctrinations
With bolt shell and thermal bomb did the Saint cleanse this wretched hive of sinners. With virus charge and fusion lance did the Saint bring wrath to those who would turn their back to Him on Terra. With flamer and melta mine did he purge and purify. And lo, upon a pyre of a billion burning heretics did he leave us to join the Emperor for all eternity...
— The Ballad of the Hive Ganger Saint
BE SAVED, FILTHY AS THOU ART.
— Inscription on all Basilisk artillery shells fired by Imperial Forces during the Amar secession
Death is the servant of the righteous.
— Imperial Proverb
I am not asking for blood. I can take your blood.
I am asking for souls. Only you can give me your souls.
— Confessor Dolan of Chiros, Sermon On the Road to Gathalamor
Smite now the scions of the Witch!
Grant us the strength to pierce their unclean flesh!
To cover their fields with the pale form of the blasphemous dead!
To drown the thunder of guns with the shriek of their dying!
To lay waste to their citadels with hurricanes of fire!
To wring the hearts of their kin with unavailing grief!
To send them into the waste of their desolate land in rags and hunger, broken in spirit, worn with travail and begging for the refuge of the grave.
We ask it, in the spirit of wrath, O Master of Mankind!
— Battle Prayer
When it was over, when the blood had dried and the fires had died down, then we found we were the same as we had always been - small and terrified human beings, with only the light of the Emperor to see by in this dark galaxy of sin.
— Saint Praxides of Ophelia VII, "Notes on Martyrdom"
''A spiritu dominatus,
Domine, libra nos,
From the lighting and the tempest,
Our Emperor, deliver us.
From plague, temptation and war,
Our Emperor, deliver us,
From the scourge of the Kraken,
Our Emperor, deliver us.
From the blasphemy of the Fallen,
Our Emperor, deliver us,
From the begetting of daemons,
Our Emperor, deliver us,
From the curse of the mutant,
Our Emperor, deliver us,
A morte perpetua,
Domine, libra nos.
That thou wouldst bring them only death,
That thou shouldst spare none,
That thou shouldst pardon none
We beseech the, destroy them.''
— The Fede Imperialis (commonly known as the Battle-prayer of the Adepta Sororitas)
To err is to invite retribution.
All souls cry out for salvation.
Faith is stronger than adamantium.
You are either for the Emperor or you are his bitter foe.
Official! The graves of warriors who have given their lives for the Emperor now outnumber the stars themselves.
Hope is the first step on the road to disappointment.
Blind faith is a just cause.
Mankind stands upon the shoulders of the martyred.
There is no fear in conviction, there is no cowardice in faith.
Know the mutant; kill the mutant.
The Mutant bears his heresy on the outside, the Traitor hides it in his Soul.
Thought begets doubt. Doubt begets heresy. Heresy begets retribution.
Success is measured in blood; yours or your enemy's.
— Imperial Thoughts for the Day