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AI generated Song about Putrid Choir (Verse 1) Through the Kuidus Belt, the plague-ship dies A falling star in Anvarheim’s skies Jotungaard’s gates are iron and cold But the rot we bring is eons old Three years of winter, three years of blight We hold the fortress through the toxic night The vox-emitters scream our prayer To the Grandfather, in the stagnant air. (Pre-Chorus) Hear the Blightbringer’s tocsin toll A bell of misery for every soul The Miasmic smoke begins to rise As the sanity fades from their weeping eyes. (Chorus) We are the Putrid Choir, the heralds of the knot Singing the anthem of the Pristine Rot Discordant voices, a droning wave Turning the world into one green grave Seven for the sorrow, seven for the grace Nurgle’s smile on every face. (Verse 2) The Bluebloods of Volpone stood in the mud Begging for mercy, drenched in blood "Keep us clean!" was their desperate cry So the Lord of Decay let the madness fly Six stay pristine, gleaming and bright The seventh is a maggot in the pale moonlight A bloated spawn of guilt and bone While the rest of the regiment weeps alone. (Bridge) (Tempo slows down even further – crushing bass) (Sound of clanking metal and buzzing flies) Fortify the well. Poison the stream. Broadcast the dirge. End the dream. (Whispered growl): Break upon our lines. (Guitar Solo / Heavy Instrumental) (Sludgy, dragging riffs that feel like walking through a swamp) (Background: Overlapping voices chanting "Nurgle, Nurgle, Nurgle...") (Chorus) We are the Putrid Choir, the heralds of the knot Singing the anthem of the Pristine Rot Discordant voices, a droning wave Turning the world into one green grave Seven for the sorrow, seven for the grace Nurgle’s smile on every face. (Outro) The bells... they toll for you. The Choir... sings for you. (Fade out with the sound of a single, rhythmic bell tolling into a deep mechanical drone) (Final lyric whispered): ...Accept the gift.