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Gifts of sickness

To all who are loyal

Hold on to your stomach

As your insides start to roil

A festering bulwark

Of bloody pus congealing

Disgusting, resilient

A mound of flesh unfeeling

Spine trembling

Skin peeling

Fight for your life

While your enemy keeps healing

Bubotic hammer

Bubonic might

Make way now

For the Lord Ov Blight

Go my sons

Befoul their homes

Nergals gift

Strengthens your bones

Go my sons

And spread his blight

Make way now

For the putrid one

A tank of mould

A vessel of diseases

He reeks of holy feculence

As you erupt in violent sneezes

He carves a pulpy path

Through all things yet untainted

He befouls the very soil

Upon which your guts are painted

Twisted and horrid

Bloated and evil

One eyed mutant

Revoltingly gleeful

Lumbering Titan

Conduit of fright

Make way now

For the Lord Ov Blight