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In the hulking halls of hatred where the |
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Master makes his throne |
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Within the "ass"-teroid belt where his body floats alone his mind begins to wander the worm begins to turn all life he must now squander the universe must burn |
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He plans eternal war, as the eternal way |
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But there is a force - which he must now obey |
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Time and the events within, chronicles of hate and sin |
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Everything, it has a start, but the end is always the best part |
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Our quest - to find the broken bits |
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Put them back and make them fit |
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And once that we have read the end |
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The tablet will blow up again [X4] |
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And we'll kill everything [X3] |
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Including ourselves |
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Summoning the |
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Master Call his form most vile |
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Champing mass of questing flesh |
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Protoplasmic pile |
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Ancient hunger, never filled until the universe is killed |
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The endless host of merging soul |
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Sucked into the feeding hole |
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Guts and giblets cascade down |
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Rectal midgets, flattened ground |
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Please pay attention to the plot |
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As I kick out this monster's snot |
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Splitting skulls and raking ribs, |
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Trephinated drainage sieve |
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Protruding mass of reeking bile |
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Which forms infected booger pile |
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Assemble now the tablet |
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Hope that it's not |
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Braille Bring forth now the |
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Master So we can end this tale |
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And we'll kill everything [X3] |
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Especially ourselves |
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Transmogrify your plasmic swarm |
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Evaporate before time's storm |
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And dedicate your life to porn |
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And dedicate your life to porn |
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You think that life has a reason? |
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You think your god has a soul? |
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I bare my bum to the heavens |
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I think a head is a hole. |
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And we'll kill everything [X3] |
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Including ourselves |