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