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