Wing of Decay

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  • Опубликовано: 10 окт 2024
  • Made by suno ai
    #warhammer40k #warhammer
    Born in the fog, where poison reigns,
    Breathed in the death, the endless pains.
    A child of decay, in the grip of the dark,
    I walked with the dead, lit by no spark.
    Father of lies, on wings of steel,
    Came to my world, but could not feel.
    I fought in his name, through endless dread,
    But all I saw was the countless dead.
    Father of lies, on wings of steel,
    Came to my world, but could not feel.
    I fought in his name, through endless dread,
    But all I saw was the countless dead.
    Wings of decay, through the skies I rise,
    The plague god's breath where hope dies.
    Bound in rot, in the pestilent storm,
    No light, no warmth, just the endless swarm.
    Betrayed by blood, by fate and by flame,
    Now I wear the mask of death's name.
    In my father's shadow, I bled and I cried,
    The Emperor's false light, where freedom died.
    He promised salvation, but gave me chains,
    I tore through the stars, bound by his reign.
    I swore to resist, but in my heart, I knew,
    The seeds of despair already grew.
    Nurgle’s gift, a rotting grace,
    In filth and death, I found my place.
    Wings of decay, through the skies I rise,
    The plague god's breath where hope dies.
    Bound in rot, in the pestilent storm,
    No light, no warmth, just the endless swarm.
    Betrayed by blood, by fate and by flame,
    Now I wear the mask of death's name.
    I hear the whispers, they speak of rot,
    The living forgotten, the dead never fought.
    In Nurgle's garden, I reign as king,
    A scythe in my hand, to death I cling.
    No more illusions, no false hope,
    Only decay, with none left to cope.
    Through the clouds, I spread the blight,
    In the end, there’s no wrong, no right.
    Wings of decay, through the skies I rise,
    The plague god's breath where hope dies.
    Bound in rot, in the pestilent storm,
    No light, no warmth, just the endless swarm.
    Betrayed by blood, by fate and by flame,
    Now I wear the mask of death's name.
    A child of death, a lord of despair,
    Mortarion's wings... forever in the air.

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