Welcome once gain. To the bloody pit, my friends. We're so glad you could attend. Come and die, come and die. . Yes, the bloody pit of horror, here. As sick as is Gomorrah queer.
You are a woman. I am a man. You are my meat. Get in the pan. You are my meat. So die like the rest. As I consume your flesh. It's all for the best. .
Debaser of ancient debacles. Shattered worlds, twisted fables. Dark soothsayer of worlds unclean. Black blood boils as I vent my spleen. . Obliteration, my destiny.
Lets go Tick-tits!. . Well have you seen her tits?. When they are covered in ticks. It's shit like that. That makes monks shag their wicks. Say have you seen her ticks?.
And we begin our litany. Of peopled killed by mostly me. Goatie the load, he's first in line. Antarctic Ant not far behind. Ripped an arm off Melvin Fleebish.
Storm-storm is coming. Storm-storm is coming. The death camps are growing like mushrooms through dew. But this time the murdered are not only Jews. We kill every species, not just one or two.
Sick and twisted. Sick and twisted. very bad. Crippled, crazy, sick and sad. Yes, a fouler thing has not existed. Yes, it's true I'm that sick and twisted.
I met her at a donkey show. She was minutes past thirteen.. Sucking on a cherry yoo-hoo. Reading "Nugget" magazine.. Cum splattered tube-top. Scrawny pre-pube tits..
Mount up, rip torn. Launch beast, reborn. . Torture, release the flies. Your karma is the stench of a thousand whore's thighs. My wrath has? emerged from it's bottomless pit.
We came and we conquered all that we saw. Now here's a parting shot right across your jaw. . Before I take my leave of earth. There's some things I'd like off my chest.
There's a place so very far. Most favored of the worlds that are missed by GWAR. We can get there as long as it's by stolen car. Smash your face and go shoot up.
Again, what grim vision this?. Bloodstained tomb, beer-cans, and piss.... This is no life.... For a god. Is this my fate?. Trapped for all time?. Is it too late?.
As master of this mudball, I feed the fire high. With corpses of my victims, the beacon leaps alight!. A vision of the cosmos of a planet wracked in pain.
KZ Necromancer. KZ Necromancer. KZ Necromancer. He's a fancy dancer. . From Auschwitz down to Paraguay. Following the path of the good Doctor Mengele.
Don't give them a sword and then not let them use it. Or sent them to war, and then make them lose it. This is a bomb, don't want to defuse it. Death is the answer, go forth and choose it.
Centuries of carnage. Centuries of chaos yet unfolding. A planet built on bone. Spinning in a space. Unmolded. . Armies are arrayed. Like toys on tabletops it? almost funny.
They show you no mercy. They just show you a line. Call it a chaos, a curse, or a crime. call it what you will but I call it genocide. . Genocide, genocide.
Damnation. To tame to raging wanderlust. That surges in my thighs. I'll summon chaos legions. From the Kretek nebuli. Watch the lard fields glisten. On the shores of Vulva-core.
Now the tomb is bare. Scraps of cloth and hair. And though his body burned. He returned. . Who's knocking at my door?. Come the carnivore.... Now he eats your skin.
I am a throwback to primeval age. I'm easy to anger I'm quick to enrage. Get in my way and you forfeit your life. I'll orphan your children and widow your wife.