Nurgle's Entropy

Sam. The smog descends a bilious choking cloud Hear the plague

drone screaming filthy loud we march on forward Nurgle's loyal sons

no pause for breath the grinding death gun runs across the trench line through the

razor wire we bring the blessing of the rotting fire look to the

fortress painted clean and bright it's time I down their order in the endless

night form the light, brothers form the crags in the throne.

Repel the filth, you face the God Teen legion alone Crush

the bluest Break and grind them into mud Crunch their perfect system