The Faithful of the Imperium,

Faithful of the Imperium, draw near, still your voices, still your hearts.

On this day, march in blood and remembrance,

we gather beneath vaults of stone and scripture to observe sanguinalla,

the sacred vigil of sacrifice, obedience, and enduring hope.

Across a million worlds, from high spire to trench line, from Voigt Ship Chapel to ruined shrine. The same bells toll. They told not for joy alone,

but for memory, for loss, for devotion freely given. Today we remember the angel. Today, we honor the sacrifice made in the name of all mankind.

Today, we stand before the immortal Emperor of Terra,

master of mankind, whose light yet burns upon the golden throne.

Let all who enter this place cast aside distraction and doubt. Let faith be your shelter. Let remembrance be your

offering. By his well, this sanguinala Mass now begins. I will now call upon Deacon Marcus for our first scripture and imperial reading.

Thank you, Brother Jordanus.

Attend now, faithful, to the words preserved by the Adeptus Ministorum, drawn from the

Apocrypha of Terra and spoken in remembrance of those who stood that mankind might endure.

Blessed are those who do not falter in the shadow of eternity.

Blessed are those who offer their lives without promise of reward.

For in obedience, there is only unity and in unity survival.

So long as one soul stands, in his name, mankind is not defeated,

so long as one heart yet beats with faith, the darkness has not won.

These words are given not for comfort, but for strength, not for peace, but for endurance.

Let them take root.

Leading us in the worship of the Emperor is Priest Gerald.

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