| Exiled… condemned to the sewers
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| Troglodytes in a realm of manure
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| Eerie decrees from a mummified head
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| You will grovel for your daily bread
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| Merciful Kreeg, you are noble and wise
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| Command us O Lord, as we lower our eyes
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| You are the chosen, you are the few
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| And this is what you’re gonna do…
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| Go forth and kill
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| Secure our domain from the infidels
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| Go forth and die
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| Take your place in the clubhouse of paradise
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| Go forth and kill
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| Try to remember to make out a will
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| Go forth and die
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| And don’t ask why!
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| Agents of chaos reduced to slaves
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| Broken wills and degenerate knaves
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| For a mummified prick, they want to cause our demise
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| But we’re gonna cut 'em down to size
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| Ropes are slipped, esophagus ripped
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| Spraying blood into quivering lips
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| Burying hatchets into sunken in chests
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| As we urinate on denim vests
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| Bastards! |
| Dungeon bastards
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| Bastards! |
| Dungeon bastards
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| Heads roll as the tables turn
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| They didn’t know fear, but now they’re gonna learn
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| Penitence from the slobbering masses
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| Taking names, then stomping asses
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| Kreeg’s head is smashed to bits
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| A cacophonous wailing from the ignorant twits
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| You will follow and we will lead
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| 'cause we’re fucking Ghoul, and we will make you bleed |