This Is Our God

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