Eternal hails to thee
O better God than man's
We thank you for the delicious children
Which we are about to consume, with vigor and passion
Circle of goblins praising their lord
Sacrificing children with their goblin swords
Circle of children, waiting to die
Carved out of the womb, no chance for goodbye (or hello).
Our jade cathedral stands alone on an island in space
The twisted spires stab the heavens in this consecrated place
The ceiling, the walls, and the ground of the hall
Are paved over with feces and corpses short and tall
This is our God, he is so great, he'll be the one to seal your fate
This is our God, if you don't believe you will soon receive the hand of hate
Sacrificing through the night (growled "and the day" over this), the only way to make things right
Our reverence is your fright; our devotion is your plight.
There is no heaven, only goblin hell:
The greenest black you've ever seen
Where dark things dwell and
Toll the bells that mark the time of your farewell
Where dark things dwell and
Toll the bells that mark the time of your farewell
The least zealous will be killed
Their bodies sealed in concrete
Shipped to the barren wastelands
In the shame of their defeat
The most zealous will receive
A reward that tastes so sweet
It's a delectable sauce
Made of pureed human meat
Eternal hails to thee
O better God than man's
Thank you for the delicious children
Which we are about to consume
With vigor and passion
Our master who art in space, hallowed be thy stench
Thy kingdom come. Thy will is death
On earth as it is on goblin island
Give us this day our daily bludgeoning
Praise us for our trespasses and disembowel those who trespass against us
And lead us to a feast. And deliver us from evil
For thine is the kingdom and the slime and the filth
Forever and ever
Amen
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.