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I do not kneel, I do not obey
I speak, and angels clear the way
My word is law, my nerve is steel
The Emperor's light guides my will
I do not doubt, I do not fall
I see the sin inside you all
Your faith is weak, your soul untried
You live because I've yet to decide
I am the light that burns the sky
The final word, the reason why
No book, no saint, no sacred tomb
Just me, and you, and death, and doom
The heavens bow to my command
The stars obey my outstretched hand
I do not ask. I never crawl
I pass the sentence on you all
Your shrine was built on shifting sand
But still you dare to make a stand
You chant the lines? They sound perverse
You fear damnation? I make it worse
I burned a world to cleanse one name
And slept that night without any shame
Your cries are noise full of despair
A heretic's screams are my fanfare
I am the light that burns the sky
The final truth before you die
No man speaks words with greater depth
Than I do when I whisper death
I judge the impure, condemn the rest
And purge the ones who"did their best"
You chant your pleas, I make them fall
I bear the right to damn you all
You think you're faithful, clean, devout
But I can carve your virtue out
Your innocence? It proves nothing
My notice alone leads to suffering
I am the light that sears the night
The blackest star, the purest rite
No soul is safe beneath my eyes
No mercy found, no hope survives
The Emperor's fire, the Emperor's law
I speak them both without flaw
Forget your name. Forget your call
I am the judge above you all