Son of the heretic, despoiler of worlds, Abaddon is his name
Half score and two beaten was he, surges once more destruction his aim!
Brace thy hearts and steel thy soul
To face the enemy and his abominations so foul!
Guns of the guard thirst; proud battle fleets stir;
The emperor's praetorians, the angels of death
To face the coming test they come from afar
To stand in harms way with the shield of their faith
True sons of the Lion, the emperor's finest
First of the first and the best of the best
Unforgiven we may be, our regent in slumber
Despoiler's plans we shall smash asunder!
Protect the innocent, defence their need,
uphold the emperor's law and his creed
Relentless battle, defiant victory,
honourable death, our true destiny
Infidels shall bleed, heretics burn
Unbelievers be crushed and the fallen return!
Redemption is at hand!
Let us face the damned!