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[Intro – Distant plague bells, swarms of flies, slow armored footsteps, low venomous spoken word over deep drones and warped cathedral organ]
Another world…
Another harvest…
Another gift…
Breathe deeply…
Grandfather has come…
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[Verse 1 – Deep diseased baritone, slow crushing doom riffs, industrial pulse, every lyric delivered with calm certainty as if victory is already inevitable]
We crossed the stars with rusted banners,
Trailing sickness in our wake.
Every city bows before us,
Every fortress starts to break.
Hear the coughing…
Hear the weeping…
Feel your strength begin to fade.
Every breath becomes our weapon,
Every prayer already frayed.
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[Pre-Chorus – Choir of corrupted whispers slowly building beneath rising guitars, cathedral bells tolling, tension climbing with every line]
Rot within…
Rot without…
Let the fever cast out doubt.
Steel corrodes…
Flesh gives way…
Grandfather smiles today.
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[Chorus – Four layered plague voices singing together, massive corrupted choir answering each phrase, crushing guitars, booming war drums, cathedral reverb, cinematic wall of sound]
Spread the plague!
Spread decay!
Carry Papa’s love today!
Bless the weak!
Break the strong!
Every soul will sing along!
Rust their towers!
Spoil their skies!
Watch salvation slowly die!
Death Guard marching!
None survive!
The Grand Infection…
Lives.
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[Verse 2 – Rawer diseased vocals, heavier industrial drums, distorted guitars grinding like ancient war machines, relentless marching cadence]
Children burn with poisoned fever,
Kings collapse beneath the mold.
Holy rivers choke with sickness,
Icons crumble, cracked and old.
Hope is drowning…
Faith is broken…
Every cure has turned to dust.
Every heartbeat spreads corruption,
Every promise dies with us.
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[Bridge – Music falls away to low drones, distant bells, buzzing flies and whispered choir, deep ancient voice echoing through cathedral reverb]
You call this suffering…
We call it mercy.
You call this death…
We call it rebirth.
Lay down your fear…
Open your lungs…
And receive…
Grandfather’s blessing.
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[Final Chorus – Largest production of the song, four plague voices layered with monstrous choir, thunderous brass, cathedral bells, crushing doom guitars, industrial EDM exploding beneath the mix, every line growing more overwhelming]
Spread the plague!
Spread decay!
Every world will fade away!
Rot the flesh!
Rust the blade!
Leave another empire flayed!
Blessed forever!
Born anew!
Every sickness carries through!
Raise the banners!
Ring the bell!
Let the galaxy…
Know us well!
Death Guard marching!
Never done!
Until every living soul…
Becomes…
One.
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[Outro – Bells fading into silence, flies growing louder, whispered voices dissolving into distant wind]
Sleep now…
Your suffering…
Has only…
Just begun.