It's coming for you... Stalking through decay...
Internally mechanized... The scourge of ooze it maims...
Smothering filth and fumes... Disgust of biley sustenance
Forging gods of banishment... Spreading cosmic genes of pestilence...
Pursuing the science, experimentation
stimulate the throne she shall rest upon. Ere of ancient matter reforms
procreate revulsion, seed of the dark scorn
Bio organs remain. Perpetuate the rank that bleeds
Spewing mechanical innards. The throne of ooze shall feed
Gluttony for mortal flesh, this who*e breeds impurity
Merging through the grounds, procreation
Perishing and conquering earths fresh sanctum
Souls despair as the ooze turns black
Iniquity is granted, there is no turning back
They are all victims who've flawed their rights
The galactic universe dissimulates from them
Pithless mortals heir to the circle of life
Life that steals, leeching thy will. separate from another dimension
Cesspool of slime retract into the membranes. Shielding a soon to be corpse
Stealing the life of the stainless casuals. Time to play her favorite game
Fleeing likes maggots a razor limp will maim
Crippled and dragged by branches of repugnance
Severs them, the rest of the humans commit to their penance
scorning will only leave a weeping mourning
The throne must feed in order to breed. Darkness becomes the only light
feed this b**h because there is more after life
Ooze...Behold the realms of the vanquish
This abominable who*e will plead. The throne of ooze shall feed.
Gods of the netherrealm decede