The day of dirt has arrived.
The Pigs lay worship beyond.
Take me oh fantastic Houndlord,
Make love to me hairy Deathmonger.
I am humble before you as I quiver.
You petty horrible little weaklings,
You disgust Me with your tremendous thoughts.
Skiving little wench.
What a moment it was,
When I was all powerful.
Commanding the Legions of Hounds.
Eyeballs were nibbled
As the Gore-Goon travelled
Through the Valley of the Carcai.
Breathtaking scenes of tremendous barbaric
Dismemberment was all that I dreamt.
What a nice dream.
If only.
This lyric was posted anonymously. Not yet confirmed by Book of Metal.
