The Templin Institute:
For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth.
He is the Master of Mankind by the will of the gods and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies.
He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology.
He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium, for whom a thousand souls die every day, for whom blood is drunk and flesh eaten. Human blood and human flesh – the stuff of which the Imperium is made.
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There is only holy war. There is only us and them.