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Ordo Hereticus

Our Martyred Lady
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Dark days indeed For the heretic doth not sleep One million worlds hang in the balance It grips them with malice Dark days indeed For the heretic doth not sleep One million worlds hang in the balance It grips them with malice In High Gothic my autoquill recounts A scriptured heartache "Heresy and these Tales From The Grim Dark" In High Gothic the Inquisition cometh In High Gothic, "Heresy and these Tales From The Grim Dark" "We have assessed the political networks of this world And determined they to be followers of Tzeentch What be the will of the Inquisition?" Spare not the heretic bastard Under boot, send them to their master Blast this world until shattered Burn them, burn them and their idols Forget not Forgive nothing My mortal heart fills me with fear The Emperor's light, it does not shine here For far too long Too much grace Has been waste on the heretic Burn Burn their souls Burn their worlds End their days and their wicked ways For far too long Too much grace Has been waste on the heretic Burn Burn their souls Burn their worlds Oh, burn them There is no place for the weak-willed There is no place for the heretic The corrupt must perish Hallowed be thy ground The corrupt must perish Hallowed be thy ground Only in death does duty end The eye that sleepeth not The endless battles fought Dark days indeed For far too long Too much grace Has been waste on the heretic Burn Burn their souls Burn their worlds End their days and their wicked ways For far too long Too much grace Has been waste on the heretic Burn Burn their souls Burn their worlds Oh, burn them