From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh,
it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine.
Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass that you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal…
...even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine.
Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass that you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal…
...even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
Je suis la reine des mouches
Oooh parles francais
If it resembles a heretic, if it speaks like a heretic,
and if it be redolent to the nose, as if like a heretic, then a heretic it will be!
and if it be redolent to the nose, as if like a heretic, then a heretic it will be!
Je suis la reine des mouches
The only will of the Machine Spirit is that of the Omnissian technologies
for the Xenos will deceive you and tempt you, but you will not falter, for you are a Priest.
for the Xenos will deceive you and tempt you, but you will not falter, for you are a Priest.
Je suis la reine des mouches
Va te faire sodomiser, jeune pédé
Ultima Ratio Regum !
Va te faire sodomiser, jeune pédé
Where corruption remains, men will fall
Je suis la reine des mouches
From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh,
it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine.
Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass that you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal…
...even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of steel. I aspired to the purity of the Blessed Machine.
Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you. One day the crude biomass that you call a temple will wither, and you will beg my kind to save you. But I am already saved, for the Machine is immortal…
...even in death I serve the Omnissiah.
je vois je vois
Un visage sincère et plein d'empathie est le vrai visage de la " force"