Текст песни Keepers of Death - Железные Руки

Iron Hands went into battle for the Primarch,
For the true light of the faithful for Terra, Father.
Through thousands of battles marched without fear,
And in the last battle - to reach the end.

And fallen brothers lay at their feet,
The flesh is weak - but the iron hand of the mighty.
Not frightened Astartes false gods
They went into battle without regard Medusa sons.

The flesh is weak!
So abhor it!
Make a step!
The Edge!
Battle!

Though their hearts know about the horrors of the warp,
In the darkness of the battle they sank like a blade.
To the glory of the Medusa - burn pus debauchery,
And the cry of "the flesh is weak!" Soared above the crowd.

And fell blood brothers evil washing,
Heresy here - but the Iron Hands are correct.
Life in the thunder of guns and the din of steel,
They went into battle without regard Medusa sons.

The flesh is weak!
So abhor it!
Make a step!
The Edge!
Battle!