Роман: 

Your god is hanging on the cross. 
He's flesh and it is very primitive, in an era when the mechanism is an important part of our existence. 

Mishok The Bear: 

So what's the problem replace the old junk with the new
The way you do it with technique. 
Religion an exception? 
I do not think. 
Today, your god is obsolete. 
And our - neon light shimmers. 
O holy Omnissiah, Patroness of machines,
Listen, our speech in thy glory. 

Роман: 

But before you start you should make sure that everything is ready for the ritual. 

Mishok The Bear: 

Laser Rifle - have. 
Techpriests - on-site. 
Book litanies - trapped in the iron grip of a cybernetic hand. 
The bloody and frightened [bad word] - already killed and [bad word] by laser rifles. 

Роман: 

Techpriests rise in half-circle around the dead and shot dead from a laser rifle [bad word] and open a book flying. 
Today we bless a huge, deadly cyborg. 
Falls to his knees, bowed their heads and begin to read the prayer. 

Mishok The Bear: 

Oh Holy Omnissiah, are you filled with his Spirit?
This empty shell that only at behest of your ability
to have the only chance to BLESS THIS WORLD! 
There was a tearing [bad word] creak. Howled saws. 
It's just crazy.
Kitchen mixer that have even your mum
turned into [bad word] the cultist's gutts in his [bad word] 
Untill the scene of the disgust.

Роман: 

Second death overtook most humane - Cyborg risen just killed him quickly and painlessly dissecting saw. 
And the third got the worst of all - he strangled his own cybernetic hand drill is conducted lobotomy. 

Mishok The Bear: 

He suffered and cried.
His wailing recalls in the temple
From most have not returned alive.