[Intro] [Verse 1] Down by the swamps, where the rot runs deep, Nurgle’s gifts are the ones we keep. Pox and plague, they spread so slow, In Grandfather’s arms, we thrive and grow. [Chorus] Rotten roots and bloated skies, We embrace his gifts, never die. From filth and slime, new life is born, In Nurgle’s name, we are reborn. [Verse 2] Pestilence reigns, the air grows thick, The blessing of Nurgle, makes us sick. But through the boils, and through the blight, His love protects us in the fight. [Bridge] Flies swarm ‘round, and the reek sets in, With each infection, we begin again. Papa Nurgle, we praise your name, In your decay, we feel no shame. [Chorus] Rotten roots and bloated skies, We embrace his gifts, never die. From filth and slime, new life is born, In Nurgle’s name, we are reborn. [Outro] Flesh may rot, but the soul’s renewed, Nurgle’s garden, where life’s subdued. Through the sickness, we endure the pain, In Nurgle’s hands, we rise again.