A Caestus was a greek originated "boxing glove" of leather straps and occasional metal plates intended as a weapon, rather than as a protective device. Thus, the title of this song is dog-latin for, "Mailed Fist".
‘By all that is cold and pure, by the sanctity of the machine, all things logical, true and Omnissian - I compel the corruption of this construct to release his soul, caged as it is within the confines of heretical augmentation.’ Great Maker, whose Motive Force infused this servant once with the spark of life and service to the machine. Whose blessed algorithms guided, whose oils consecrated and whose augmentations made more of this once-true construct than he could ever have been…’ ‘… embrace the glorious workings of this, Your servant, and admit him once more to the wondrous interface of godly communion.’ ‘I ask you, God of the Machine,’ Omnissiah Incarnate. He who hears all, sees all and knows all. Call unto him - this tempered tool, this weapon of Your holy arsenal. Cleanse him of callings untrue. Untwist what has been twisted. Flush the pollution of false belief from circuit and iron. Bring forth in his workings the protocols of blessed operation and the doctrinal imperatives of mechanical obedience. Manifest in him the cold strength of iron true and the spark of service once known in his wayward circuitry.’ By the grace of the Omnissiah, the power of the Motive Force, and the will of the Holy Machine God I beseech thee; Live!
The Caestus Metalican is an armed Explorator ship commanded by the triumvirate of Magi. It is crewed by dozens of Tech-Priests and thousands of menials and servitors. Faustinius directs the tomb exploration missions from here, and between missions, visits various locations to prepare his forces for the next deployment to converse with other key Mechanicus characters. The Caestus Metalican is a gothic-industrial pile combining functional warship architecture with the oppressive, ornate religiosity of the Cult Mechanicus. Bizarrely specialized servitors trundle through the corridors while servo-skulls and cherub-servitors hover through the air.
By the authority vested in me by the Omnissiah and the Fabricator Council of Rho-23, I find your work to spread the truth of the Omnissiah to be within tolerances and specifications. Continue your directive as the Motive Force has imparted upon you, child of the Forge.
My father: Son are you listening to music? me: No father I listen to a choir of old cyborgs that preaches the good words of the mechanicus and that prepares me to go crush the aberences of the warp. My father: ... **point a shotgun at me**
pff it goes slightly out of sync after a while :/ have to re-upload
EDIT: Reuploaded it: th-cam.com/video/L-bxQv5xaRg/w-d-xo.html hope you enjoy!
Thx mate, this one is my favorite, got a mystical vibe to it
live n learn eh? But don't let the inquisition know I'm trying to learn something new..
Will you?
@@PauLtus_B I cannot deny or confirm that
Times are hard, havent seen any new stuff from ya. Hope you are safe and healthy friend.
A Caestus was a greek originated "boxing glove" of leather straps and occasional metal plates intended as a weapon, rather than as a protective device. Thus, the title of this song is dog-latin for, "Mailed Fist".
I thought it was Iron Fist
All I can think of now is, "I will mail my fist to your face"
It's not Latin, It's High Gothic, you Heretic!!!
@@jarekwrzosek2048 AKA: Latin for Sci-Fi writters who don't speak latin.
Hey don't get me wrong, Love 40K and all that, but let's be honest here.
@@reclusiarchgrimaldus1269 Can be translated as either really, though Iron Fist sounds more appropriate for the Mechanicus.
Blessed are those who spread the hymns of the Omnisiah.
Heavy Mental Gamer What is this blasphemy? Spell thy lord’s name with conviction!
++OM-NI-SSI-AH++
‘By all that is cold and pure, by the sanctity of the machine, all things logical, true and Omnissian - I compel the corruption of this construct to release his soul, caged as it is within the confines of heretical augmentation.’
Great Maker, whose Motive Force infused this servant once with the spark of life and service to the machine. Whose blessed algorithms guided, whose oils consecrated and whose augmentations made more of this once-true construct than he could ever have been…’
‘… embrace the glorious workings of this, Your servant, and admit him once more to the wondrous interface of godly communion.’
‘I ask you, God of the Machine,’
Omnissiah Incarnate. He who hears all, sees all and knows all. Call unto him - this tempered tool, this weapon of Your holy arsenal. Cleanse him of callings untrue. Untwist what has been twisted. Flush the pollution of false belief from circuit and iron. Bring forth in his workings the protocols of blessed operation and the doctrinal imperatives of mechanical obedience. Manifest in him the cold strength of iron true and the spark of service once known in his wayward circuitry.’
By the grace of the Omnissiah, the power of the Motive Force, and the will of the Holy Machine God I beseech thee; Live!
The Caestus Metalican is an armed Explorator ship commanded by the triumvirate of Magi. It is crewed by dozens of Tech-Priests and thousands of menials and servitors. Faustinius directs the tomb exploration missions from here, and between missions, visits various locations to prepare his forces for the next deployment to converse with other key Mechanicus characters. The Caestus Metalican is a gothic-industrial pile combining functional warship architecture with the oppressive, ornate religiosity of the Cult Mechanicus. Bizarrely specialized servitors trundle through the corridors while servo-skulls and cherub-servitors hover through the air.
By the authority vested in me by the Omnissiah and the Fabricator Council of Rho-23, I find your work to spread the truth of the Omnissiah to be within tolerances and specifications. Continue your directive as the Motive Force has imparted upon you, child of the Forge.
Ave Deus Mechanicus
What I am about to say could be misconstrued as heresy...but the flesh is seeming pretty weak right about now.
You are both correct.
a IRON WARRIOR once said iron is weak for flesh and muscle, forges iron
@@joshuagoff7878more like an Iron LOSER *laughs in imperial fist*
the flesh has been pretty weak since this gem dropped
ALL HAIL THE OMNISSIAH ! FOR HE IS THE GOD IN THE MACHINE, THE SOURCE OF ALL KNOWLEDGE !
C’tan of technology on mars: I’m bouta end this whole man’s career
the only certainty in flesh is betrayal decay and death Praise the Omnissiah 🙌
If Forges Of Mars will be ever put on screen THIS should be the intro!
Just realized how dope a TV series based on this trilogy would be :O
@@Brandelwyn imagine if HBO made it happen (not Netflix though)
@@snadashkevich3700 I dont want to imagine any specific company, since their fails come to mind immediately
@@snadashkevich3700 but the recipe for a perfect show is there in the books
Dude, replay button is smashed. GLORY TO THE EMPEROR!
This is the music I google "rule 34 toasters" to.
cyberdong moment
funny thing: viewership increases with every minute of the film. Its strange and very rare...
Those who understood the weaknesses of flesh join us to serve the Omnissiah.
Vibing to this while reading obligation law
Holy shit... that's crazy good... o.O
I dont really care for ad-mechs... but I bought mechanicus and have played it 3 times through already because of the soundtrack...
My father: Son are you listening to music?
me: No father I listen to a choir of old cyborgs that preaches the good words of the mechanicus and that prepares me to go crush the aberences of the warp.
My father: ... **point a shotgun at me**
your father will be employed as a servitor, and you shall be blessed with service as skull servitor. all shall serve the omnissiah!
In the machine, all our spirits are redeemed.
He offers you his machine? Truly you are blessed and soon to be holy.
I smell Bred Bois work
*shotgun misfires*
- Machine empathy...
Flesh is weak and the Xenos shall be purged!
ALL HAIL THE OMNISSIAH! THE GOD OF THE STRONG AND HOLY MACHINES!
LONG LIVE THE SOUL OF THE MACHINE!
Ah, I can smell the incense and hear the incantations, praise the Omnissiah
Thank you Guilliman
+++ Potestas Machinae Dei Absoluta Est. Laudate si, o Omnissiah. +++
This is my driving music.
NGL chief,
Flesh lookin' real cringe after this.
Wait, is that _biomass_ you got there? Ewwww
something something toaster
THAAAANNNNKKKKK YOOOOOOUUUUUUU!!!!!
Meow.
too repetitive
terrible quality
Check your speakers, chief.
@@flowgangsemaudamartoz7062 I think he's talking about the image. Don't know why though as this is a music loop
@@thecrabmaestro564 I like to watch the same image for hours, don't you ?
@@log_zero_fox182 I dont usually watch music loops, I just listen to them 😆
@@thecrabmaestro564 I thought we all came to music loop videos to stare at the image?