Hail All-Father,
Wise warrior,
One-eyed Wanderer,
come sit at my fire. Tell me your wisdom stories.
The scenes your missing eye sees.
You who chooses the slain,
look in my deeds and when my time comes to run the sky with you.
Let my end be worthy of song.
In the meantime, let me feel excitement and poetry and fury and joy.
Let me understand sacrifice, think long, remember well, and journey far.
Odin,
witness this.

Lo there do I see my mother,
Lo there do I see my father,
Lo there do I see the line of my people.
Lo there do they call to me.
They bid me take my place among them, in the hallowed halls of Valhalla, where the brave shall live forever.

Alfaðir, ég er bara vélvirki.
Listamaður.
Ekki alvöru manneskja.
En af einhverjum ástæðum veittir þú mér þau forréttindi að koma hingað, til landsins guðanna.

Sverð mitt fyrir Týr.
Blóð mitt fyrir Þór.
Hjarta mitt fyrir Freyju.
Líf mitt fyrir Óðinn

Never forget, you are a simple human. Weak, simple minded, and powerless individually. You lack the psychic gifts of the Eldar, the strength of the Orks, the adaptation of the Tyranids, the Demonic blessings and curses of the followers of Chaos, the sheer technological prowess of the Necrons, or the innovation of the Tau.

Yet despite all this, you and your fellow brothers and sisters have forged an empire that has conquered an entire galaxy. That has endured horror and sacrifice that has felled "stronger" empires. That has taken the entire weight of the universe' collective hatred for your kind to so much as weaken, let alone fall. We suffer the predilections of every monstrous horror the universe can conjure and imagine and yet still we are here.

Still we endure. Because we are Mankind. And we have what all others lack. A will of steel and fire.

My wondrous brothers and sisters. For Leman Russ. For the Allfather. For the Emperor. For the Imperium. For Mankind.

Dere er jegerne, dere er rovdyrene, og Taliban er byttet. Til Valhall!