Born of Medusa, where iron rules supreme
Our essence melded with the machine
Under the shadow of Ferrus we stand
Augmented warriors, a cybernetic band
We are not saviors, nor should we be
Weakness in men, such a pitiful plea
The weak do not deserve to be saved
Only death is fitting, which we provide
The flesh is weak, so we transcend
In circuits and steel, our wills we mend
Strength not born, but built and designed
With every upgrade, our power refined
Remove the weak, let strength prevail
In our march, the timid fail
Sharpened by conflict, honed by the fray
In the storm of war, our path we lay
Only the spirit is pure, hard as armored shell
The mind may be swayed, the body may fail
Only the soul cradles vengeance purely
Become the weapon of the soul, in battle surely
The flesh is weak, so we transcend
In circuits and steel, our wills we mend
Strength not born, but built and designed
With every upgrade, our power refined
Never waver, always advance
Never retreat, seize every chance
Never doubt, our cause is right
With iron will, we continue the fight
The flesh is weak, so we transcend
In circuits and steel, our wills we mend
Strength not born, but built and designed
With every upgrade, our power refined
The flesh is weak, so we transcend
In circuits and steel, our wills we mend
Strength not born, but built and designed
With every upgrade, our power refined
Where the mind hesitates, overcome it
Where the body fails, replace it
Aspire to the condition of the Primarch
Emulate his union with steel, as we embark