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Death Guard - Grandfather's Chosen Sons | Melodic Death Metal Fan Song inspired by Warhammer 40K

Warhammer 40K Melodic Death Metal song about the Death Guard #music #metal #warhammer40k #melodicdeathmetal #deathguard #spacemarines "Say what you like about the Fourteenth Legion. They are mean, ugly bastards but tenacious. There's no one else I'd rather have by my side in a war of attrition, and almost anyone else I'd rather have against me." — Ferrus Manus, Primarch Grandfather's Chosen Sons | Melodic Death Metal song was created by AI with Claude (Lyrics), Suno (Song) and Midjourney (Art) as an unoffical fan song for the Death Guard from Warhammer 40K. Hope you like it 😁 Enjoy 😁 Lyrics: [Intro] In the garden of despair, Where decay is divine, The Plague Father calls his sons, And they answer every time. Nurgle… Nurgle… Pater Mortis… Nurgle… Nurgle… Vita in Morte… We are the unkillable. We are the eternal. We are… the Death Guard. [Verse 1] Once they were the Dusk Raiders pure, Mortarion's sons in silver clean, But Typhus led them to their doom, The Plague Planet claimed their dream. Trapped within the warp's foul grip, The Destroyer Plague consumed, Mortarion knelt before the Lord of Rot, His Legion's fate was sealed and doomed. [Pre-Chorus] Death Guard reborn in Nurgle's name, Immortal servants of decay! [Chorus] We are the Death Guard — Grandfather's chosen sons, Spreading blessed pestilence till the galaxy is done, Rotting flesh and rusted armor, we cannot be slain, The Garden of Nurgle blooms eternal in our veins. [Verse 2] The Plague Marines march without fear or pain, Bloated bodies swollen with disease, Nurglings dance upon their putrid frames, The blessings of the Plague God never cease. Typhus the Traveler leads the Terminus Est, Destroyer Hive spreading death across the stars, Mortarion's scythe Silence cuts through hope, The Death Guard brings despair to worlds afar. [Pre-Chorus] Seven plagues unleashed upon mankind, Nurgle's gift — the cycle never ends! [Chorus] We are the Death Guard — Grandfather's chosen sons, Spreading blessed pestilence till the galaxy is done, Rotting flesh and rusted armor, we cannot be slain, The Garden of Nurgle blooms eternal in our veins. [Bridge] Do you feel it? The numbness creeping in? The freedom from pain, from fear, from hope? Grandfather loves all his children. Come… embrace the rot. Join us… in blessed decay. Death… is only… the beginning. [Verse 3] Ultramar burned beneath their march, Guilliman returned to face his doom, But the Death Guard endures forever, In Papa Nurgle's fetid tomb. Mortarion flies on rotting wings, The Pale King commands his horde, Plague ships drift through real space, Bringing entropy by Nurgle's word. [Final Chorus] We are the Death Guard — Grandfather's chosen sons, Spreading blessed pestilence till the galaxy is done, Rotting flesh and rusted armor, we cannot be slain, The Garden of Nurgle blooms eternal in our veins. EMBRACE THE GIFTS OF NURGLE! DECAY IS DIVINE! THE CYCLE NEVER ENDS! [Outro] The rot spreads… Nurgle's garden grows… Death Guard eternal… …in sickness and in health…