Forged In Gene Seed

"From mortal man… to the Angel of Death…
We strip away the weakness,
We burn away the fear…
And forge you into war eternal."

Steel jaws clamp, the blades ignite
Ritual of pain in the blackest night
Surgical hands, the priest’s cold vow
"Die as a man, be reborn here and now"

Black carapace fuses to bone
The Emperor’s will becomes your own
Rib-cage reforged with adamant might
Eyes that pierce the endless night

Blood replaced with sacred fire
Heart beats faster, climbing higher
No more man — no mortal frame
Only war, and death, and name!

Forged in gene-seed, blood of the Primarch!
Born for the war, for the Emperor’s mark!
From pain and fire, a god is made —
And cast in the armour of night and blade!

Lyman’s organ, filter the air
No plague, no toxin, no foul despair
The sus-an membrane, sleep without time
Until the call to the warlord’s crime

Ossmodula twists your frame
Skin like steel, unbreakable name
Belisarian furnace fuels the flame
Burn forever in holy shame

In the dark of the Apothecarion
You screamed, but they did not hear
For silence is the birthright of a son of war
And death is his eternal prayer…

Forged in gene-seed, blood of the Primarch!
Born for the war, for the Emperor’s mark!
From pain and fire, a god is made —
And cast in the armour of night and blade!

"You were human… once.
Now, you are His vengeance."