And be sure to sing them loudly in the street!

Gather the Faithful
The Emperor calls for you this day
And in his name, you shall obey
There is but one thing you can say
And that is; ‘I shall come!’
So take your rifle, take your blade
His will shall always be obeyed
It is to see the traitor slayed
For you, my lord, we shall
So gather up thy righteous rage
For now it is mankind’s age
We shall shatter heresy’s cage
With blessed wrath and hate
We shall never doubt or falter
Their dead shall be the Emp’ror’s altar
We shall reject the xenos’ halter
And slay all heretics!
And so with his might and grace
We ensure the rise of the human race
We shall never halt our pace
Until we have triumphed
The faithful shall weep joyful tears
As they realise that vict’ry nears
The heretic and traitor fears
The wrath of those who serve!
So gather all the faithful round
As we force the foe to the ground
Our prayers shall make such a sound
As we march ever on!
So have the banners be unfurled
In His name we shall take this world
Into the dark, the foe are hurled
Purged with holy fire!
So take your rifle, take your blade
His will shall always be obeyed
It is to see the traitor slayed
For you, my lord, we shall!
For you, my lord, we shall!
The Emperor calls for you this day
And in his name, you shall obey
There is but one thing you can say
And that is; ‘I shall come!’
So take your rifle, take your blade
His will shall always be obeyed
It is to see the traitor slayed
For you, my lord, we shall
So gather up thy righteous rage
For now it is mankind’s age
We shall shatter heresy’s cage
With blessed wrath and hate
We shall never doubt or falter
Their dead shall be the Emp’ror’s altar
We shall reject the xenos’ halter
And slay all heretics!
And so with his might and grace
We ensure the rise of the human race
We shall never halt our pace
Until we have triumphed
The faithful shall weep joyful tears
As they realise that vict’ry nears
The heretic and traitor fears
The wrath of those who serve!
So gather all the faithful round
As we force the foe to the ground
Our prayers shall make such a sound
As we march ever on!
So have the banners be unfurled
In His name we shall take this world
Into the dark, the foe are hurled
Purged with holy fire!
So take your rifle, take your blade
His will shall always be obeyed
It is to see the traitor slayed
For you, my lord, we shall!
For you, my lord, we shall!