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(Verse 1)
In the shadows of a shattered world,
Where the cries of lost souls echo deep,
A sisterhood of fire, pure and bold,
With banners raised high, their vigil they keep.
Clad in armor forged from faith and steel,
Sisters of battle, hear their battle cry,
In the name of the Emperor, their wounds they heal,
With unwavering resolve, they will never die.

(Chorus)
Cleanse with holy fire, burn away the night,
Purge the unclean, bring the dark to light.
With wrathful hearts ablaze, they rise above the mire,
Sisters of the sacred flame, cleanse with holy fire!

(Verse 2)
Underneath the weight of heresy’s chains,
The darkness coils, a serpent in the grass,
But the Adepta stands, their hearts unchained,
With righteous fury, they’ll shatter the glass.
In the flames of battle, they find their grace,
Daughters of the Emperor, fearless and free,
With bolters raised high, they’ll take their place,
In the annals of glory, their legacy!

(Chorus)
Cleanse with holy fire, burn away the night,
Purge the unclean, bring the dark to light.
With wrathful hearts ablaze, they rise above the mire,
Sisters of the sacred flame, cleanse with holy fire!

(Bridge)
Inquisition’s shadows, they march unyielding,
With the whispers of angels, their purpose revealed.
Heretics tremble, as justice is wielding,
With every bolt fired, their fate is sealed!

(Verse 3)
With courage unbroken, they take the field,
In the face of despair, their swords are raised,
For honor, for faith, their strength is revealed,
In the blaze of the righteous, heresy’s crazed.
Blood of the fallen, a testament bold,
Together they stand, united and strong,
In the name of the Emperor, their tale will be told,
For the sisterhood marches, where they all belong!

(Chorus)
Cleanse with holy fire, burn away the night,
Purge the unclean, bring the dark to light.
With wrathful hearts ablaze, they rise above the mire,
Sisters of the sacred flame, cleanse with holy fire!

(Outro)
So raise your swords high, let the heavens admire,
The daughters of flame, their spirits never tire.
Through the ashes of darkness, their hearts will conspire,
For the glory of the Emperor, they cleanse with holy fire!
Cleanse with holy fire!
Cleanse with holy fire!
For the glory of the Emperor, they cleanse with holy fire!