In fearful day, in raging night.
With strong hearts full, our souls ignite.
When all seems lost in the war of light.
look to the stars for hope burns bright!

The Sons of Fenris they are, hardened in the forge of their harsh world, eager for battle and honour. They are the grey warriors, ashen like the wolf, whose greatest joy is to hear the clamour of steel amidst the din of war.

With sacred oil, i offer prayer to the Omnissiah
With a Mind of Logic, i search for his holy Artifacts.
With a Heart of Steel, i will stamp out any defilers.
With Circuits of Gold, i dedicate this hull for a eternity.
Devoid of Flesh, i will become worthy.
Devoid of Bones, i will break any foe.
Devoid of Organs, i will preserve Mars.
Devoid of Failure, i will make the Mecanicus whole.
Praise be to the Omnissiah. Gifted be the Machine Spirits. May we be guided.