In the hulking halls of hatred where the Master makes his throne
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Within the "ass"-teroid belt where his body floats alone
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his mind begins to wander
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the worm begins to turn
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all life he must now squander
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the universe must burn
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He plans eternal war, as the eternal way
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But there is a force - which he must now obey
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Time and the events within, chronicles of hate and sin
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Everything, it has a start, but the end is always the best part
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Our quest - to find the broken bits
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Put them back and make them fit
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And once that we have read the end
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The tablet will blow up again (x4)
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And we'll kill everything (x3)
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Including ourselves
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Summoning the Master
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Call his form most vile
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Champing mass of questing flesh
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Protoplasmic pile
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Ancient hunger, never filled
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until the universe is killed
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The endless host of merging soul
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Sucked into the feeding hole
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Guts and giblets cascade down
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Rectal midgets, flattened ground
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Please pay attention to the plot
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As I kick out this monster's snot
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Splitting skulls and raking ribs,
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Trephinated drainage sieve
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Protruding mass of reeking bile
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Which forms infected booger pile
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Assemble now the tablet
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Hope that it's not Braille
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Bring forth now the Master
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So we can end this tale
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And we'll kill everything (x3)
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Especially ourselves
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Transmogrify your plasmic swarm
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Evaporate before time's storm
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And dedicate your life to porn
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And dedicate your life to porn
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You think that life has a reason?
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You think your god has a soul?
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I bare my bum to the heavens
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I think a head is a hole.
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And we'll kill everything (x3)
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Including ourselves
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We Kill Everything
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| Iron Maiden |
