We are your children, pious scholars of the Path of the Machine

We prize knowledge above all else, for it is your eternal gift upon mankind

We aspire to the blessed form of the machine, and ascension through technology, that we might emulate your glory

Sheltered by steel, and protected by your avatars of war, we ply the stars in search of your lost gifts to our kind

Machine God, watch over us in our travels, shield us with metal and lightning. For the universe is an uncaring void, and the Warp hungers for us all.

Toll the Great Bell Once! Pull the Lever forward to engage the Piston and Pump...

Toll the Great Bell Twice! With push of Button fire the Engine And spark Turbine into life...

Toll the Great Bell Thrice! Sing Praise to the God of All Machines
(ɪɴ ʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴛꜱᴜɴᴇ ᴍɪᴋᴜ)