Hymn of cleansing the Grey Knights, known as six Hundred Sixty Six Secret Words. Source: corrupted database 0/223/ink\6A (№ 394638)

Our Rage will be boundless,
We crave for a Holy war.
For we are the Swords of Justice!
When all run in a terrible mess,
We stand, strong and strong.
Cowardice unknown to us,
Our courage comes from the Emperor.
Not bent and not broken before enemies,
We claim the blood of victory.
Safely and confidently we'll hunt them
Those who dared to stand up to our anger.
Death stalks us in many forms,
Distorted and completely inhuman.
We Are The Messengers Of Hope!
Endless bloody battle constantly await us,
Redemption the reward for our vigilance.
When obsession rears its indescribable
Head
Lowered our blade
When the Horrors of Empyrean invade our world
We will drive them back.
Among the horrors spawned by Chaos, not order
Who could resist our
An uncontrollable anger.
Thanks to the unswerving that we shall triumph,
No magic spell will not overcome us.
We bring the Victory!
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