In the void, where light fears to tread
Bloated giants, harbingers of decay
Corruption seeps through their veins
The stench of death, a constant companion
Armored in rust, crowned in filth
Pustulent sores cover their flesh
Eyes devoid of mercy
Hands that spread the plague
Echoes of agony, whispers of the damned
A cacophony of suffering, in Nurgle’s dark embrace
Unyielding, relentless, they march
Through the ruins of what once was life
Plague bearers, Death Guard, march in line
Rotting legions, spreading blight, so divine
In the name of Nurgle, death and decay entwine
Bringing the end, where corruption is a sign
Worlds fall to their touch
Forests wither, oceans boil
Cities crumble into dust
Under the shadow of the Plague God
No escape, no sanctuary
The rot spreads, consuming all
Laughter of decay, a sickening serenade
In the court of the Lord of Flies
Silent, oppressive, the air turns foul
Lives extinguished, hope snuffed out
The ground itself rebels, turning black
Under the weight of festering death
Warriors, once proud, now monstrous
Servants of entropy, apostles of rot
Their every step, a harbinger of doom
In Nurgle’s name, they spread the pox
Plague bearers, Death Guard, march in line
Rotting legions, spreading blight, so divine
In the name of Nurgle, death and decay entwine
Bringing the end, where corruption is a sign
Flesh splits, bones crack
In the throes of transformation
From human to abomination
Embrace the gift of the Plague Father
In the end, nothing remains
But the echoes of decay
A universe undone
By the Rotting Dominion
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