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