The Dark Founding - Exorcists 40K Song

AI generated song about The Exorcists (Verse 1) In the thirteenth hour, the Dark Founding time, Born from Dorn’s resilience, in shadows deep and prime. An experiment of the Inquisition, created in high secrecy, For the war against Chaos, a harsh necessity. From our Fortress World sent forth, into the constant fray, Where the Ordo Malleus' purpose guides us every day. An Inquisitorial Seal is placed upon our birth, The silent, hardened weapon, for the sake of battered Earth. (Chorus) We are the Exorcists, our souls are rendered clean. A Daemon briefly lived within, a torment hard and keen. We held it for twelve hours, deep inside the Astartes core, Now we know the weakness of the Ruinous Powers' lore. With chants from the Liber Exorcismus, we strike the fiend dead, Each consecrated Space Marine, by the ordeal bled. ("By my will I deny thee...") – A whisper in the night, We are the silent weapon, wielding unholy might! (Verse 2) The rumours spread across the Imperium, they call us Heretics still, For our Neophytes must face the darkness against their own will. In the Halls of Tempering the arduous training starts, Confronted by Warp-entities, tearing minds apart. Who fails becomes a "Broken One," a captive, living jail, The Purgatomb holds the horror that makes the strongest fail. Eighty per cent perish, but the resilience that remains, Is the steel that drives our battle in the Emperor's dark domains. (Chorus) We are the Exorcists, our souls are rendered clean. A Daemon briefly lived within, a torment hard and keen. We held it for twelve hours, deep inside the Astartes core, Now we know the weakness of the Ruinous Powers' lore. With chants from the Liber Exorcismus, we strike the fiend dead, Each consecrated Space Marine, by the ordeal bled. ("By my will I deny thee...") – A whisper in the night, We are the silent weapon, wielding unholy might! (Bridge) Two extra Companies, we break the Codex Astartes' sway, For our recruiting needs the numbers, to face the coming day. We fought upon Totem four, where our Chapter Master fell, Possessed by Keriath the Shrouded, a soul-crushing spell. But he rose up, and so did we, scarred but forever strong, Against the Black Templars' judgement, where we do not belong. The Plutonians keep the secret, locked by Imperial decree, The ultimate Daemon-hunters, for all eternity! (Guitar Solo - Fast, heavy, and chilling, perhaps incorporating a sampled Gregorian chant) (Verse 3) From Aschen War's fury, to the battles of the Gothic War's span, We face the Daemon Prince, executing the radical plan. Through Armadel's Purge we hunted the Swords of Epiphany down, Heretic Astartes traitors, who would stain the Chapter's crown. Even Primaris recruits endure the terrifying rite, Resistant to corruption, burning ever so bright. We are the shock troops of the Ordo Malleus' will, A grim necessity on worlds where the Warp is never still. (Chorus) We are the Exorcists, our souls are rendered clean. A Daemon briefly lived within, a torment hard and keen. We held it for twelve hours, deep inside the Astartes core, Now we know the weakness of the Ruinous Powers' lore. With chants from the Liber Exorcismus, we strike the fiend dead, Each consecrated Space Marine, by the ordeal bled. ("By my will I deny thee...") – A whisper in the night, We are the silent weapon, wielding unholy might! (Outro) By my will I deny thee... By my heart I spurn thee... By my hand I destroy thee... Fiend of emptiness, to the void I cast thy blackened soul! (Exorcists! Exorcists! Incorruptible!)