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Of Pox, Become Rot

Our Martyred Lady
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Ripe with the blight of the rot father Shambling into the hellfire As I observe the amalgamations Worse than death, this is damnation No, on my knees I beg you, please No, on my knees I beg you, please We put them down, oh God we put them down We put so many down the bodies stacked upon the ground And then they climbed them, I watched them climb kin I watched them scale all our defenses as the mind bends Fuck! I still hear them scream There was nothing I could do As I watched them be consumed Endless moaning consumes the soul Ageless groaning bereft of soul No, on my knees I beg you, please No, on my knees I beg you, please Slithering and reeking hordes Put one down and ten comes more Poxwalker, Deathguard Poxwalker, Cursed plague, wretched thing Poxwalker, Deathguard Poxwalker, Cursed plague, wretched thing No you won't take me, las blast through the roof of my mouth I feel I'm changing, I feel myself start to rot No you won't take me, las blast through the roof of my mouth My faith is waning, Emperor please save me from this hell Ripe with blight of the rot father Shambling into the hellfire Endless moaning consumes the soul Ageless groaning bereft of soul No, on my knees I beg you, please No, on my knees I beg you, please As the tides of the dead push past our final lines of defense As Nurgle himself bellows for his prize The ground begins to shake as a massive shadow hangs overhead Dark Angels The sky cracked open, Power armored vengeance descends from the clouds The sky cracked open, Dark Angels, Dark Angels