Текст песни сага о мортарионе
Обновлено: 19.09.2024
Прокляты мы в этом варп-заточении,
Стойкость к заразе нас не спасла.
Нету пути и нет избавления,
Есть только мы и вселенская мгла.
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Huge, terrible, disgusting and wild,
Although I am young, here I am an old man.
With swollen fingers, crush acne
Rotten cartilages creak disgustingly.
Purulent mucus flows on the hands
Itchy body that is nasty to us.
We have no strength to fight the Plague
But we do not recognize that Nurgle won!
A day creeps like a thousand years
But to the Emperor we keep a vow.
Even if everyone is ready to accept death,
But we do not fear the Dark Gods!
In vain did the lord of the plague -
Though we are not able to fight him,
Mortarion can't leave us
With him we will go through death and fire!
New morning - and again torment.
I am for maggots - a festive table!
The heart is rotten to the ground
But it hurts as if there is a steel stake.
Cursed we are in this warp imprisonment
Resistance to infection did not save us.
There is no way and no deliverance
There is only us and the universal haze.
Mortarion had the worst of all:
He barely looked away from the skin holes.
The spiritual torment of the body is stronger
Stones were piled on a rotten heart!
"- Father could not so easily betray us! -
Could not send sons to death!
But someone sent us on a fateful hike,
And this is not the plague lord! - "
With spitting saliva spitting and screaming,
Cursing the executioner,
The Primarch prayed to the Lord of the Plague;
We were sacrificed!
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