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