"In the harmony of decay and destruction, our Predator weaves the song of the end of days. Nurgle watches and smiles. As we pass, the ground behind us is overgrown with poison, we sow the rot whose harvest is eternal. You cannot escape the shadow of our cannons, each shell is a seed of plague, a herald of the end of all that is alive."
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