Garden of Blight 40k

From the festering womb of void’s decay, We till the soil of stars... And watch disease take root. [Verse 1] Iron blossoms split with pus and pride, The soil screams beneath our stride, Each breath a sermon of contagion, Each wound a garden’s foundation. Pustules bloom in virulent grace, Rot adorns each armored face, Our scythes sing hymns of dissolution, Harvesting the flesh’s evolution. We sow the plague, we reap the end, Decay’s the truth we comprehend. In Nurgle’s light, all filth is pure, All rot endures, forevermore. [Chorus] Welcome to the Garden of Blight, Where fevered fields burn bright! Petals of plague in eternal bloom, Life reborn through fragrant tombs. [Verse 2] Flies weave hymns through choking skies, As galaxies cough and civilization dies. Our armor rusts our spirits thrive, Among the corpses still alive. [bridge] Bless us, Grandfather, in your grace... Let our rot adorn your face. Guide our hands to spread the spores, In endless bloom, forevermore... [Verse 3] Planets wilt beneath our tread, Their oceans curdle, skies turn red, Each grave a seed, each corpse divine, The garden grows, its roots entwine. [Chorus] Welcome to the Garden of Blight, Where the fevered bloom ignites! From corpse to soil, from blood to vine, All death is life all rot divine