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