| In the hulking halls of hatred where the Master makes his throne
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| Within the «ass"-teroid belt where his body floats
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| alone his mind begins to wander the worm begins to turn all life
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| 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
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| And we’ll kill everything
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| Including ourselves
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| Summoning the Master
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| 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 Braille
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| Bring forth now the Master
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| So we can end this tale
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| And we’ll kill everything
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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 I think a head is a hole.
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| And we’ll kill everything
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| Including ourselves |