In the hulking halls of hatred where the Master makes his throne 
 Within the  [bad word] -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 
 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
 And dedicate your life to [bad word] 
 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