Rake the vice in Florin Shordo
Boiling innards recompense
Lighting vards incinerating
Frying cheeks in sloring vats

Shear its back and throbbing pack
The Goggle Lord will show its law
Rake the gaultry, larding sist
Organ Splitter like a fist

Blowing death and spitting coals
Carving goodness out of souls
The Organ Splitter's evil grace comes
Shooting out its filthy face

Bile sheens and boils belch
Rot will thicken, boggle felch
Sloring vats are spilling over
Flooding through the goggles realm

Lucifer may seem the stronger
Organ Aplitter getting longer
Cheeks are red and pack erection
Wicked muscles shoot ejection

Ok, let's see, thats 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

Oh, take off, you don't know

Yeah, they bootleg those, eh

Sounds like an EP from some British New Wave band

Yeah, beauty sound
Not my style of music though

Meat upon the pentagram
Bloody necrophalic phlegm
Puss is furry, puss is good
Puss 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 Splitter's evil grace
Comes shooting out its filth face

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