The twisting fury of war calls

And the sons of Dorn heed and march

Bearing their golden banners

With a slow yet heavy thunderous charge

Armour glimmers like the sun

Their blades sparked like fire

Donned by souls of righteousness

Like an iron-clad choir

The fist of god on their banners

Flying free on the horizon

Merely the sight of this alone

Can truly strike and frighten

In the darkness of the night

The sons of Dorn shine bright

The Emperor's shield arise

Brave souls forged from pure might

We come to make things right

Let all bask in his light

No mercy, no respite

For the enemies of mankind

Demons, xenos, heretics

Come face your golden doom

Tremble at their heavy steps

In the earth, be entombed

Born and forged to endure

Against all the enemies of man

With fist and bolter at command

They slowly crush and advance

Golden souls alight

Imperial Fists stand with pride

Too stubborn to die

In death we will still fight

We'll push against the tide

And soon will our hammer strike

Victory is nigh

Let them hear our battle cry

Golden shields of god, they're called

The bulwark of his empire

Defenders of humanity

Against chaos and its fire

The fist of god on their banners

Flying free on the horizon

With fist and bolter at command

They slowly crush and advance

Golden souls alight

Imperial Fists stand with pride

Too stubborn to die

In death we will fight

In the darkness of the night

The sons of Dorn shine bright

The Emperor's shield arise

Brave souls forged from pure might

Golden souls alight

Imperial Fists stand with pride

Too stubborn to die

In death we will still fight

Defenders to the core

Let them hear our thunderous roar

For Sigismund

For Dorn, for the Emperor!