The Emperor's Angels

Iron halls and stone keep
Where saints and devils vigil keep
The Emperor's wrath in armor clad
Awaken from the battle’s mad
With sigils carved in blood and flame
They march where mortal tongues won’t name
The Angels forged in terror’s breath
The harbingers of crimson death

Their shadows stretch like whispered sins
Where holy light and night begins
For they are wrath and judgment's hand
The sentinels of a burning land
Their eyes aflame with ancient lore
Baptized in war forevermore
They chant in tongues of lost occult
To tear the veils of grim result

With icons dark of Saturn’s gate
And oaths that bind the hand of fate
They bear the marks of cursed design
In armor black and gold entwined
Incant the rites of hellish choir
To stoke the pyres of dark desire
Their blades sing like a banshee’s wail
To tear through flesh and shatter mail

They kneel before the Emperor’s throne
In whispered dark where blood was sown
And wield the blade, the bolt, the flame
To cleanse the heretic in his name
Through charnel fields of woe and dread
They reap the souls of countless dead
Their banners stained with midnight’s hue
A vow to slay, a vow to renew

The grimoires locked in hidden vaults
Of heresy and mystic faults
They wield the might of ancient curse
The texts that damned the universe
The stars align in ritual spread
To summon forth the crimson dread
The Angels stride with burning zeal
To make the sulfur-touched devils kneel

They purge the cults with fire’s breath
The Emperor’s angels, sons of death
Through ruins marked by Anu's claw
They crush the vile and twisted law
No mercy here, no solace found
Just judgment’s wrath on hallowed ground
They are the end, the darkest dream
The Angels of His grand regime