Commissar | Warhammer 40K

Описание: From the Schola’s iron cradle,
Born to judge, to kill, to reign,
Children hardened into shadows,
Mercy drowned in endless pain.

Black greatcoat, cap of terror,
Eyes that pierce the soldier’s soul,
He is law, he is the gallows,
Fear and faith his only goal.
Black greatcoat in the trenches,
Cap crowned with aquila’s wings,
He is the voice of terror,
And the strength that duty brings.

Commissar! No mercy given,
Commissar! The lash, the chain,
Commissar! The Emperor’s fury,
Obey, or die in shame.

Bolt pistol roars like thunder,
Power sword cuts through the line,
Cowards fall beneath his judgment,
Their blood a warning sign.
Bolt pistol speaks of judgment,
Power sword cuts through fear,
Cowards fall in silence,
The faithful march sincere.

Cadia’s sons remember,
Mordian’s night obeys his law,
Grey Knights fight beside him,
And none dare show a flaw.

Stand firm! Obey! No mercy!
For the Emperor, for discipline!

In Vraks the trenches echoed,
With his pistol’s cruel decree,
Deserters shot without a warning,
Faith enforced by tyranny.
In Mordian’s night they stood,
Commissars keep the line unbroken,
With faith and fire and blood.

Rogue Traders whisper stories,
Of his gaze that chills the bone,
Even Navigators falter,
When his judgment is shown.

Chorus (repeat, harsher)
Commissar! No mercy given,
Commissar! The lash, the chain,
Commissar! The Emperor’s fury,
Obey, or die in shame.

No pity for the broken,
No solace for the weak,
His creed is holy terror,
His justice swift and bleak.
No mercy for deserters,
No pity for the weak,

Yet soldiers find their courage,
When his shadow lights the flame,
For every trembling warrior,
He steels them in His name.

Ave Imperator! Ave Commissar!
Fear is loyalty. Loyalty is survival.

When the banners fall to ashes,
And the war drums fade away,
His name remains eternal,
Where faith and fury stay.