This glorious rot is a caring harmony Our restless god waits in his vile garden Enticing minds with the fear of mortality as plague runs rampant and rife across the stars
Buboes, phlegm, blood and guts Boils, bogeys, rot and pus Blisters, fevers, weeping sores From your wounds the fester pours
Putrescence personified Our liberator from certain demise Become his vessel and open your eyes
Embrace this permanent sickness Rotting, foul maggot-filled entrails shift Why waste away in sorrow into death when each and every living moment is a gift
Our lord of decay The cycle of life and death can be cruel Our lord of the plague Through entropy and decay he shall rule
Leave this worthless husk behind you Thy body shall embrace the necrosis Recieve his love as you are undergoing a grotesque apotheosis
Putrescence personified Our liberator from certain demise Become his vessel and open your eyes
Our lord of decay The cycle of life and death can be cruel Our lord of the plague Through entropy and decay he shall rule Our lord of decay Those who oppose him have been so misled Our lord of the plague Grandfather Nurgle shall have his word spread
My body turns into his shrine Filthy, putrid, rotten and divine
Our lord of decay The cycle of life and death can be cruel Our lord of the plague Through entropy and decay he shall ruleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
