Nurgle

Unholy pagan mighty warrior

Nurgle
Born in the dark deprived of everything,
He's life is to fight, he's soul is the fire,
He's arrival is an astral encounter with the death,
The master calls to fight,
The battle is begins

He kill's Christians
Christian bastards
Arcane desperation
Unholy pagan warrior

Armor of bones, iron sword
Wind, earth, water and fire
The stars indicate the way
Old footpath and desolated
Incongruous trip
Pain and horror
Exciting smell of death

The battle is begins, the senses are altered
The master gives the force me, the master Satan
Magnificent song, shock of swords
False God of vain promises of glory

He kill's Christians
Christian bastards
Arcane desperation
Unholy pagan Mighty warrior

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