[Intro – Funeral bells echo across a dying hive city. Buzzing flies swarm from speaker to speaker while thick Hammond organ drones beneath crushing bass. Heavy armored footsteps march in perfect unison through mud, corpses and collapsing streets. A single ancient Plague Marine speaks before hundreds answer with earth-shaking gang vocals.]
Leader (spoken slowly):
“Brothers…”
“The air is sweet…”
“I smell the fever…”
“I hear the coughing…”
“Our Father smiles…”
Choir
“We bring His blessings.”
Leader
“What becomes of those who refuse?”
Choir
“They decay alone.”
ALL
FOR PAPA NURGLE!
(The guitars erupt as marching drums shake the battlefield.)
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[Verse I – Hundreds of deep baritone voices sing together with relentless conviction. Crushing groove guitars, Hammond organ, funeral brass and stomping percussion create the feeling of an unstoppable Death Guard advance.]
One breath…
One cough…
One unseen plague carried upon the wind.
One blister rising beneath healthy flesh.
One fever burning through stubborn blood.
Listen…
Hear the panic growing.
The healers whisper.
The surgeons fail.
Every remedy crumbles into despair.
Skin blackens.
Eyes grow pale.
Fingernails split.
Veins darken beneath the flesh.
Every heartbeat labors.
Every breath grows heavier.
The flies have already found them.
The bells already toll.
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[Pre-Chorus – Everything strips back. Slow hi-hats tick like a funeral clock. Bells echo through the distance. Whispered gang vocals surround the listener while one ancient warrior speaks calmly.]
Can you feel it…
The warmth beneath your skin…
The ache inside your bones…
The weight inside your lungs…
You are already changing…
There is no cure…
Only acceptance…
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[Chorus – Massive explosion. Layered gang vocals, crushing guitars, booming brass, distorted Hammond organ and thunderous marching drums. Hundreds of Death Guard roar together.]
Feel the fever!
Taste decay!
Watch your flesh all waste away!
Hear the coughing!
Feel the pain!
Every heartbeat feeds the plague!
Rot the sinew!
Spoil the bone!
Papa claims you as His own!
Turn to Nurgle!
Face your doom!
Every world becomes His tomb!
FOR PAPA!
FOR DECAY!
WE ENDURE!
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[Verse II – Even heavier. The bass growls, guitars become filthier, and the choir sounds larger, as though an entire legion has joined the march.]
Cities choke beneath green skies.
Cathedrals echo with dying cries.
The proud kneel beside the poor.
Disease remembers every door.
Armor rusts upon the living.
Steel cannot imprison infection.
Faith cannot silence another cough.
Strength cannot outmarch corruption.
Bodies swell.
Flesh peels away.
Bones groan beneath infected weight.
Every fallen soldier feeds another swarm.
Every street becomes another grave.
Still we march.
Never hurried.
Never stopped.
Because decay never sleeps.
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[Breakdown – Everything collapses into Hammond organ, slow kick drum, buzzing flies and whispered choir. The Plague Marine speaks alm
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