Garden of Rot

(coughing) (gasping for air) "In death there is life,

and in rot there is birth."

The gods of the Warp,

they always fight

Never think about

what is right

But in the garden,

of pox

No more thoughts are left to rot

Grandfather Nurgle

loves his things,

Cares for them

and nulls the pain

You can be there

with him

All you do Is accept the dim

They call me aking

No one can see

I'm more than life and death

As long as something

dies again,

I'll forever be in your head

And though those reject him,

for the Throne

The Emperor of Man still knows

As long something dies or rots

Nurgle will always remain a thought

When you feel you cant deny

The sweet sickly smell of a toxic cry

Open your eyes and you

will see

In death there is life and life to be

Don't deny death, its near the end

The rotting flesh never ends

Don't be sad, it's not in your head

Don't cry, just let him iiiinnnn..

(coughing) "In pestilence there is life,

and in rot rebirth."