Undivided
Four gods reside in Chaos churning,
Enacting their foul will.
Change and death, pleasure foul,
And blood for Khorne to spill.
...
Mortals live and fight and die,
Three gods stand unmoved.
Nurgle takes pleasure in these deaths,
While captive Isha broods.
...
But at time they come together,
Combine their need to rule.
Tzeentch pulls all his puppet strings,
Slaanesh is still cruel.
...
Warp storms emerge, worlds do burn,
And the galaxy shall mourn.
For when Chaos goes to war,
Far off is the dawn.
