(Verse 1)
Come now, my child…
Don’t turn away.
You’ve carried sorrow
Day by day.
The world has called you weak…
Forgot your name…
Yet here within my garden,
We’re all the same.
They call me plague…
They call me rot…
They curse the gifts
That I have brought.
Yet every flower
Feeds the earth…
And every ending
Brings new birth.
(Pre-Chorus)
Lay down your burden…
Lay down your fear…
Come a little closer…
Papa Nurgle’s here.
(Chorus)
Let Papa Nurgle take care of you…
I’ll mend the wounds the whole world knew.
They whisper “disease”…
I whisper “release.”
Where weary hearts can finally find peace.
They call me death…
They misunderstand…
I simply guide
Life hand in hand.
Nothing is lost…
Nothing is through…
Everything blooms…
Life starts anew.
(Verse 2)
Look at my garden…
So full of grace.
Every blossom
Knows its place.
The flies don’t mock…
They softly sing.
Even decay
Can wear a crown fit for a king.
The proud may judge…
The pure may flee…
Yet every road
Still leads to me.
(Bridge – spoken over organ and blues guitar)
Tell me…
When your friends abandoned you…
Who remained?
When your body failed you…
Who still loved you?
When hope itself slipped through your fingers…
Who opened his arms?
I did.
(Final Chorus)
Let Papa Nurgle take care of you…
No more hiding…
No more fighting…
No more running through the night.
They’ll call me monster…
Let them believe…
For every soul
Still has to grieve.
But in my garden…
None stand alone…
Every child…
Has finally…
Come home.
(Outro – softly spoken)
Come now, my child…
The world only saw disease…
I saw…
You.
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