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