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Rake the vice in florin shordo
Boiling innards recompense
Lighting yards incinerating
Frying cheeks in sloring vats
Shear its back and throbbing pack
The goggle Lord will show its law
Rake the gantry larding sist
Organ splitter like a fist
Blowing death and spitting coals
Carving goodness out of souls
The organ splitters evil grace
Comes shooting out its filthy face
Bile sheens and boils belch
Rot will thicken, boggle filch
Soring vats are spilling over
Flooding through the goggles realm
Lucifer may seem the stronger
Organ splitter getting longer
Cheeks are red and pack erection
Wicked muscles shoot ejection
{Okay let's see, that's one of those square records
Eh that goes on a record player that like goes on its side
No that's an EP from some British new wave band
Take off, you dude, you don't know}
{Yeah they bootleg those, eh
What you doin'?
Sounds like a British new wave band
Yeah, beauty sound
Beauty
Not my style of music though}
Meat upon the pentagram
Bloody necrophiliac phlegm
Pus is furry, pus is good
Pus will fill the dirty wound
Eat your beets and double hog husk
Man odor smells like oily musk
Goose bumps raised on prickly thighs
Florin shordo says surprise
Pussy discharge speaks the truth
Josh Allen's bad and So's Paul booth
Marrow cracks and tissue flies
The goggle lord will use his eyes
Glowing light upon his head
Burgalveist will make you dead
Goggle comes his blood is red
And flaming like the head of set
Blowing death and spitting coals
Carving goodness out of souls
The organ splitters evil grace
Comes shooting out its filth face