[Opening Scene – Silence. One massive cathedral bell tolls through the Warp. A lone Hammond organ plays slow, haunting chords. Bubbling plague cauldrons simmer beneath the music. A deep choir hums quietly like distant monks. Papa Nurgle speaks softly, warmly, almost lovingly.]
“You fear sickness… you fear rot… you fear death…”
“I do not…”
“I simply help them arrive… a little sooner…”
Ha… ha… ha…
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[Verse 1 – Deep smoky baritone. Slow, deliberate swing. Papa proudly watches his newest plague spread from one victim to countless others.]
One tiny cough… another breath…
One fever’s touch invites sweet death.
A festering wound… a poisoned vein…
Soon every heartbeat speaks my name.
Watch pale flesh surrender slow,
As joyful corruption starts to grow.
Every shiver… every sore…
Means another soul is mine once more.
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[Pre-Chorus – Brass slowly rises. The choir begins chanting softly beneath Papa’s voice. Every repetition grows stronger.]
No cure… no prayer…
No fortress… no wall…
Every plague I lovingly craft…
Will humble them all…
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[Chorus – Massive choir erupts. Thunderous brass. Hammond organ roars. Papa laughs proudly between lines as billions of infected voices join him.]
ROT! (Choir answers: ROT!)
DECAY! (DECAY!)
PLAGUE! (PLAGUE!)
DISEASE! (DISEASE!)
Every cough brings death your way!
Every fever wins the day!
Every breath spreads sweet release!
Welcome to eternal peace!
Ha! Ha! Ha!
Sing with me!
Papa Nurgle’s victory!
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[Verse 2 – Papa proudly surveys the aftermath. Plague Marines march through ruined battlefields while Nurglings dance among the fallen. His voice swells with fatherly pride.]
Hear the armor crack with rust,
Golden empires turned to dust.
Plague Marines march ever on,
Long after hope itself has gone.
Great Unclean Ones proudly grin,
Every boil a glorious win.
Nurglings laugh beneath the skies,
While another civilization dies.
Every corpse…
Every stain…
Every sickness…
Bears my name.
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[Bridge – Every instrument falls away except Hammond organ and the choir. Papa speaks directly to the listener. Calm. Certain. Gentle.]
“You call them diseases…”
“I call them… my children…”
“You fight them…”
“You curse them…”
“Yet every fever…”
“Every infected wound…”
“Every rotten breath…”
“Brings you one step closer…”
“To me…”
A long silence…
The choir whispers:
“Papa…”
“Papa…”
“Papa…”
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[Final Chorus – The largest musical explosion of the album. Every instrument returns. Massive choir. Thunderous brass. Roaring Hammond organ. Marching percussion. Every musical theme from the album feels united in one triumphant finale.]
ROT! (ROT!)
DECAY! (DECAY!)
PLAGUE! (PLAGUE!)
DISEASE! (DISEASE!)
Every blessing…
Every brew…
Every plague I made for you!
Every puppet…
Every son…
Every victory I have won!
No cure…
No king…
No empire…
No throne…
Everything…
Returns…
HOME!
HA! HA! HA!
ALL SHALL ROT!
ALL SHALL DECAY!
PAPA NURGLE LEADS THE WAY!
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[Final Outro – The orchestra suddenly disappears. Only the Hammond orga