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Prossnip42 Aug 1
Our tendrils have parted the cracks in the stars
as we slip through the space in-between
Cacophony echoes through the dark of the sky
and the air starts to split at the seams
The hunger is growing as the swarm is amassed
we're compelled to the prey we've caught

We are a sea of gnashing jaws and slashing claws
We are conclusion, we are the maw!
You are the chosen, gathered livestock
Marching solemnly to the gates of the slaughter inside out walls
Prossnip42 Jul 22
Warning of an attack
The people scream out loud
Warnings in the sky
Of what's coming

Appearing on the horizon
a threat on a planetary level
Demons in the sky, cast shadows on the ground

Bringers of destruction, are ravaging the land
Fury of Khorne's servants, a force to reckon with
They set the world on fire, the turn to **** again
Flames are burning higher, the bodies keep falling

Khorne's servants on a rampage as the sky is turning red
Better run for cover, you'll be quick or be dead

Burn, Burn!
Rage of the Blood God
Burn, Burn!
Blood for his throne
Die, die!
Merciless killing
Burn, burn!
Skulls for his throne!
Prossnip42 Jul 21
The earth is starting to crack
The clouds are all turning black
The temperature in the oceans is rising
The plants are dying, the animals run, Nurgle's plague dancers have come

You feel your skin start to itch
And your breath in your throat starts to hitch
Rashes all over your skin
Blisters and boils, a painful fever for some, Nurgle's plague dancers have come

Pray to your Emperor now
For a quick death for him to allow
Your prayers will never be heard
As they march along undeterred
Screaming for your life, then you're done, Nurgle's plague dancers have come
A tribute to my favorite Chaos God from Warhammer 40k
M Eastman Mar 2015
Auspexes chiming targets acquired
purple smoking lances fire
Cherub dead face wings flutter
Ghost choir sings and voices mutter
Scrolling cognator clicking gears
snaking red glow cables fear
dull black cermite gleaming; polished
through the walls
with violence; demolished
Flags of battle now unfurled
Exterminatus; the end of world's
Atop the pile men stand tall
now fall back quickly to the halls
with bolter, chain, claw and hammer
fight back the witch, the mutant; unsanctioned psyker
For Russ!

— The End —