PLAYGE BRINGER

In the shadows where the rot and ruin thrive, Nurgle's whispers call, yeah, I feel so alive, God of decay, watch the world decompose, Infecting minds, spreading disease like a rose. Blight in the air, watch the flowers wilt, His embrace is cold, but the warmth is built, From the ashes of hope, he cultivates strife, In the garden of chaos, he’s the essence of life. Pestilent power, I’m the master of blight, With a swarm of my followers, we rise in the night, Flesh and bone, yeah, we’re all intertwined, Embrace the decay, leave the pure behind. Plaguebearers march, with a symphony of pain, In the garden of decay, we’ll dance in the rain, Life’s a cycle, every end’s just a start, Nurgle’s love is eternal, it’s a twisted art. Diseased and twisted, the world in his grip, From the ashes of hope, watch the sickness drip, In the garden of rot, where the nightmares play, Nurgle's the king of this foul ballet. With every step, the ground starts to quake, His presence a plague, make no mistake, In the chaos of life, he finds his delight, Nurgle God of Decay, shadows in the night. Gilomen you claim your imperium is sound how quient