The day of dirt has arrived
The Pigs lay worship beyond
Take me oh fantastic Houndlord
Make love to me hairy Deathmonger
I am humble before you as I quiver
You petty horrible little weaklings
You disgust Me with your tremendous thoughts
Skiving little wench
What a moment it was
When I was all powerful
Commanding the Legions of Hounds
Eyeballs were nibbled
As the Gore-Goon travelled
Through the Valley of the Carcai
Breathtaking scenes of tremendous barbaric
Dismemberment was all that I dreamt
What a nice dream
If only
