From the weakness of the mind, Omnissiah save us!

From the lies of the Antipath, circuit preserve us!

From the rage of the Beast, iron protect us!

From the temptations of the Flesh, silica cleanse us!

From the ravages of the Destroyer, anima shield us!

From this rotting cage of biomatter, Machine God set us free!

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.