With the thirty-seven keys of Tzeentch, we open the way for our brothers. With the thousand whispers of Slaanesh, we call to them. With the twelve plagues of Nurgle, we fell their enemies. And with the mighty axe of Khorne, we cut open the world for them.
Nice!
>Their bodies are hives of filth and decay
>eternally rotting away within their Power Armour and infected with every known form of disease and decay
doesnt get much better, does it