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