Space Nuns From the Future With Flamethrowers

Heretics crave the cleansing fire of absolution. They need not fear, for we shall deliver it to them.

These heretics refute the Emperor’s holy right to rule. Let them argue with the barrel of a gun.

She was an angel, pure as righteous destruction. She laid low the twisted and lifted the hearts of the righteous. At her passing, a million voices cried out her name. Shall we ever again see her like? No, not now, nor ever again…

Heretics crave the cleansing fire of absolution. They need not fear, for we shall deliver it to them.

A spiritu dominatus, domine, libra nos,
From the lighting and the tempest, Our Emperor, deliver us.
From plague, temptation and war, Our Emperor, deliver us,
From the scourge of the Kraken, Our Emperor, deliver us.
From the blasphemy of the Fallen, Our Emperor, deliver us,
From the begetting of daemons, Our Emperor, deliver us,
From the curse of the mutant, Our Emperor, deliver us,
A morte perpetua, Domine, libra nos.
That thou wouldst bring them only death, That thou shouldst spare none,
That thou shouldst pardon none; We beseech thee, destroy them.

By bolter shell, flamer burst and melta blast, the mutant, the heretic and the traitor alike are cleansed of their sin of existence. So has it been for five millennia, so shall it be unto the end of time.