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Born in the mists of Barbarus, Half child of the Overlords. Nightmares shook the metal huts, Plants withered at his stare. A youth with witch-blood power, Hidden under toxin skies. ‘Til Mortarion found him wandering A frightened boy with a psyker’s eyes. He learned to suffocate the warp, To cage the storm behind his gaze. A champion forged in toxic dark, First Captain of the Death Guard’s days. Calas Typhon is gone Typhus walks the rusted core. Armour fused with swelling flesh, Pestilent funnels growing more. The Destroyer Hive screams inside, A billion daemon flies alive. Herald of Nurgle, scythe of plague Host of the Hive, Host of the Hive. He slew the Navigators quietly, Claimed treachery another lie. Led the fleet into the warp, To Nurgle’s cradle, slow to die. The Destroyer Plague crept inward, Jelly flesh and cracking bone. Devil flies nesting in their lungs, Death Guard dying yet never gone. Mortarion roared in broken rage, Scythe raised high to end his son. But even death was swallowed whole Nurgle’s gift is never done. Grulgor crushed his throat to pulp, Kept his oath with corpse cold pride. But Typhon rose on rotting fumes, Two servants merging side by side. A hollow giant full of flies, Armor splitting open wide. Typhus born, Storm Host reborn, Blessing plague across the tide. Calas Typhon is gone Typhus walks the rusted core. Captain of the Plague Fleets, Scattering Rot from shore to shore. The Terminus Est drips agony, A warship fused with master’s mind. Where its three-pronged sigil rises, Billions suffer, billions die. Carandinis VII choked to sludge, Protheus drowned in rotting snow. Zombie Plague through Jonah’s World, Watched the dead arise and grow. The Great Rift tore the stars apart, New nightmares crawled from Chaos screams. Plague strains warped into Poxwalkers, Moaning vessels of broken dreams. Typhon fell, and Typhus rises, Rusted lord of endless blight. Champion of Grandfather’s favor, Harbinger of plague and night. He is the buzzing, the crawling, the tide The rotted king of plague born skies. Forever the Traveller, forever the curse Host of the Hive, Host of the Hive.