In Rot We Trust!
[Verse]
Festering petulance in imperium feculence, wallowing swine in their purity divine, time to dance to Nurgles rhyme!
[Chorus ×3]
Marked by three!
Glory to Papa Nurgle there be!
In Rot we Trust!
[Verse]
Muling maggots, imperium imps, sway to the chant of phlegm, and rotting brain stem, dead emperors imperial puritanical promise!
[Chorus ×3]
Marked by three!
Glory to Papa Nurgle there be!
In Rot we Trust!
[Bridge]
False gods throne you bow and moan heal my blemish, cleanse to the bone!
Come to Papa Nurgle, Delight in blight, forget promise from Imperial false prophet, Nurgle will sooth wound with maggot Nd decay, delight in infection, solace in glorious diseased imperfection!
[Chorus ×3]
Marked by three!
Glory to Papa Nurgle there be!
In Rot we Trust!
[Verse]
In pox we praise in stench we will not malaise, seek Nurgles blessed gaze!
[Chorus ×3]
Marked by three!
Glory to Papa Nurgle there be!
In Rot we Trust!
[Verse]
Writhing worms, pus flows free, maggots soothing wounds, pox and blight, Nurgles delight.
We revel in Rot, praise to Papa Nurgle for all eternity, rot is certain disease sublime.
In unison and song, in Rot we Trust!