They fight a secret war against the Threat Beyond
Pawnin' their purity seals to fund their lesser jihad
Guardin' the realm of man against the Warp at large
to be the hunters of the daemons is their silent charge
Hop on a Battle Barge, because we're goin' hard
Sigilite sidearm, Chaos sayin' en garde
They're the realms of Garro, got that Eisenstein swag
Got the Warpsbane hull to reduce that drag
Wield the Malleus Hammer, Big E's right hand
with a fly rosette on his Grey Knight stand
to attention while the dread knights pass
their existence only known to Astartes brass
If you see 'em on your planet, well you're getting mind-scrubbed
wouldn't want that foul knowledge to corrupt your mind, bub
They're the hammer and aegis (High Gothic for shield)
Anathema to daemons in their crazy mind field

Inquisition War never comin' to an end
Will is adamantine and you know it never ends
Investigative offense is the best way to defend
Versus threats to society we cannot comprehend
But if you happen to cross 'em, homie beware
The Eyes of the I are everywhere
Be it daemon, xeno or a 'tic they fight 'em to the death
And any insult you can be sure is met with instant redress

Verse two, sim. form. but the content's different
'cause I'm dealin' with the second founded arm - Inquisition
their mission to combat the xenos threat
and to eliminate their targets with extreme prejudice
using any means necessary, make a world a cemetary
cyclonic bombs make 'em Death's accursed emissary
uneasy lies the breast that bears that dread sigil
but the Alienkillers are assisted in their vigil
by the Deathwatch, not a Chapter, more a brotherhood
different from the Grey Knights from the masses they are not obscured
secured from their homes, got those expert Marines
Skilled in dealing with the threat without and often unseen
Those vet Kill-teams and the l33t Kill-marines
Safeguard the Imperium from the xenos disease
With no please, thank you, or any courtesy
Standin' watch in their fortresses in confraternity.

Inquisition War never comin' to an end
Will is adamantine and you know it never ends
Investigative offense is the best way to defend
Versus threats to society we cannot comprehend
But if you happen to cross 'em, homie beware
The Eyes of the I are everywhere
Be it daemon, xeno or a 'tic they fight 'em to the death
And any insult you can be sure is met with instant redress

Lastly, number three: result of Plague of Unbelief
Griefin' on the people with that punishment leitmotif
Discretely ain't an adverb for their witchhuntin' masterpiece
And if you can't abide it you can drink a poisoned digestif
Since you and me ain't heretics, no need to fear their scare tactics
Genetic aberrations get eugenic reparation hatred
Witches, mutants, traitors and apostates get the boot, Jack
unless they get the Engine, then they suffer on the new rack
And who's that girl with the tricked out plate?
A Sororitas sister with her bolter in your face
Used to relate badly due to Vandire's dictates
Then they cut his fuckin' head off and they got a clean slate
And a license to hunt down, kill and otherwise destroy
The enemies of the Hereticus against whom they get deployed
Makin' Hanoi like the Viceroy, destruction in their wake
It's better not to stray from the path - for your sake

Inquisition War never comin' to an end
Will is adamantine and you know it never ends
Investigative offense is the best way to defend
Versus threats to society we cannot comprehend
But if you happen to cross 'em, homie beware
The Eyes of the I are everywhere
Be it daemon, xeno or a 'tic they fight 'em to the death
And any insult you can be sure is met with instant redress