Натюрморт в серых тонах

In the grim dark of the far future,
Where the galaxy's a storm of fire,
The Inquisition rises, a force so pure,
Hunting heretics, they never tire.

With the power of the Emperor's will,
In shadows they move, so cold and still.
Against the xenos and the daemonic scourge,
Inquisition stands on the verge.

Inquisition! Inquisition!

Inquisition, guardians of the light,
In the endless war, they fight the blight.
Through the void, in the darkest night,
They are the Emperor’s might.

From Terra's halls to the furthest stars,
They hold the line, they bear the scars,
With faith and fire, they cleanse the taint,
In the Emperor's name, they are the saint.

In the depths of the darkest lore,
They purge the evil, restore the core,
Against corruption in every form,
They bring the fury of the storm.

Inquisition, guardians of the light,
In the endless war, they fight the blight.
Through the void, in the darkest night,
They are the Emperor’s might.

Fear their judgment, feel their wrath,
For the Emperor's will, they clear the path,
No stone unturned, no soul unscathed,
In their holy quest, the galaxy saved.

So heed the call of the Inquisition's creed,
In the darkness, they plant the seed,
Of hope and justice, fierce and bright,
In the endless war, they are the light.