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).