His light among fighting...
His light among maidens
Who carry the weapons 
To [bad word] and to burn.
The servants of Golden Throne
Servants of Emperor!
The Sisters of Battle
Are fighting alone.

The arms made of iron,
The joints made of steel,
The Sisters are curing
In the Emperor's name!

The loveliest daughters!
Their lives serve his glory.
 [bad word] to destroy,
 [bad word] - to arise!
They never fall back
Even as shadows near...

The Emperor protects!

They bring down the worlds
To the feet of his light,
They bring down the heresy...
The justice divine.
May the Emperor keep
Mercy upon you
They are embodiment
Of eternal war wrath!
Adepta Sororitas marching to battle - 
The sanity at the edge of the knife...
The Emperor protects!