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Warhammer Metal Song | Nurgle Prayer | "Father of Decay" | Gifted Version

As their song echoes, the land around them responds: roots twist, fungi burst forth, and the air grows thick with the hum of flies. The gifted revel in their transformation, their decayed form a testament to Nurgle’s eternal gifts. For in their song lies the truth—they are not cursed but chosen, their voices carrying the Father’s love to all who will listen. Accidently generated this song twice. Made same mistake both times of it being too slow, and I needed to find a decent place to cut it off. (Didn't work to well on this one) [Verse 1] The air is thick, the ground does rot, Life fades slowly, all is caught. The rivers run with poisoned tears, The Father comes to end our fears. The soil breaks, the roots decay, Yet in his hand, new growth will stay. A gift of ruin, a blessing true, Decay begins, and life renews. [Chorus] Father of decay, hear our cries, In your shadow, life never dies. Through the rot, we find your way, All hail Nurgle, come what may. Father of decay, your touch is near, With every breath, we lose our fear. Through the plague, we see the dawn, In your name, we carry on. [Verse 2] The flies will feast, the worms will crawl, The beauty hides beneath it all. No peace, no cure, no fleeting breath, Yet in your grace, there is no death. The world may crumble, cities fall, The garden grows beyond it all. In endless rot, your will is sown, In pestilence, your love is shown. [Bridge: Ritualistic and Ominous] Plague and ruin, our prayers ascend, Through endless cycles, death won’t end. Father of decay, we praise your gift, Through your disease, our spirits lift. [Final Chorus] Father of decay, hear our cries, In your shadow, life never dies. Through the rot, we find your way, All hail Nurgle, come what may. Father of decay, your touch is near, With every breath, we lose our fear. Through the plague, we see the dawn, In your name, we carry on.

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