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[Opening Scene – Massive cathedral bells. Thick bubbling plague cauldrons. Slow Hammond organ. Heavy footsteps echo. A deep choir hums while Papa laughs warmly.]
“Come closer… don’t fear the smell… perfection has a fragrance all its own… Ha… ha… ha…”
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[Verse 1 – Deep smoky baritone. Slow swagger. Papa proudly walks through rows of plague marines as though reviewing honored soldiers.]
Look upon my finest sons,
Rusted steel and swollen lungs.
Every scar and burst of rot,
Marks perfection they’ve been taught.
Hear them breathe through broken steel,
Every cough is strong and real.
Every wound that will not close,
Shows how beautifully life grows.
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[Pre-Chorus – Brass slowly rises. Choir hums beneath every line. Papa’s pride grows with every word.]
Every plague…
Every scar…
Every blessing…
Near and far…
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[Chorus – Huge choir explodes. Brass roars. Papa laughs proudly between lines.]
Behold… my masterpiece!
Death and rot in harmony!
Every fever…
Every sore…
Makes my family evermore!
March, my plague marines, march!
Leave corruption in your path!
Every world shall proudly see…
The beauty of my legacy!
Ha ha ha! Isn’t it grand?
Decay has spread across the land!
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[Verse 2 – Papa walks past enormous plague cauldrons and towering Great Unclean Ones, proudly introducing each creation.]
See this plague…
It broke a throne…
Left an empire skin and bone.
Hear this cough…
So rich…
So deep…
It carried through a billion sleep.
Great Unclean Ones proudly grin,
Every boil a victory won.
Nurglings dance beneath their feet,
Laughing to corruption’s beat.
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[Bridge – Music falls to organ and choir. Papa speaks quietly, lovingly.]
“Every sickness has a story…
Every plague earned its name…
Every soul who joins my family…
Becomes part of something eternal…”
The choir slowly answers:
“Papa… Papa… Papa…”
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[Final Chorus – The biggest moment yet. Full choir, thunderous brass, roaring Hammond organ, marching percussion. Papa laughs louder than ever.]
Behold… my masterpiece!
Every plague sings back to me!
Death!
Decay!
Rot!
Disease!
Bring the galaxy to its knees!
March forever…
Never cease…
Spread Papa Nurgle’s masterpiece!
Ha ha ha! Louder now!
Every cough becomes a vow!
Every corpse…
Every cry…
Proves my work shall never die!
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[Outro – Choir continues chanting softly as the music fades. Bubbling cauldrons remain. Papa laughs one last time.]
“Beautiful… absolutely beautiful…”
Ha… ha… ha…
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