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 sparkled 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 Shields 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
The 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
The 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 Shields 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!