Zargon Moth - Big Dumb Face

May the weeping mountain fortress rise

From the ashes out of time

You kneel and swear to eternal night

And scores of golden chariots being

Driven by warhammer wielding demigods

Burn the offering, burn the prisoners of Ikthar alive

Until the undead armies rise and cast

Black enchantments over this dimension and universe

Betray the lamb and knight once more

The Black Goat: The Sightless Seer, The Insignia

The Incantator, The Sulfur Caster, The Sorcerer of Gaultry

Watch the emeralds bleed from the hewn through

Satchels of the three wizards, break the ancient

Seal of Kabot beneath the statue of Ith

There is no more weight in the insane sage’s words

He can no longer retard the preperations

Being made for the necrotic feast

No beginning, no ending, endless pain, white blood

Hold the glass dagger of woe

In thou’s clockwork hand once more

No human has ever been capable

Of the feat such as this.

Bury it into the heart

Of the master as he tries to wake from

His endless slumber.

His heart becomes it’s reliquary

It must never beat again

The banshees take flight from their sunken depths to

Form the circle of eight and begin the ceremony atop

Raybienecsh’s abysmal fortress

Zargon!

The Black Goat of Gaultry is hung like a pylon

Zargon!

The eyeless beholder you can’t keep your eyes on

My name is Zargon Moth the fucking astral goth

I got the cauldron on I’m making magic broth

I’m working on a tool to kill Duke Lion dead

We’re going to take them out and claim his fucking head

And throw his head in too, we’ll let his body rot

And when you see what’s next you’re gonna shit your pants

You’re gonna flip your lid you’re gonna sing and dance

We got it all planned out It’s gonna come to pass

So kiss the Duke goodbye because his ass is grass

We got Florin Shordo the flying horror

A nightmare demon of the highest order

We got the Blood Maiden and she’s a total fright

Her eyes can float out of her head while retaining sight

We’ve got the Organ Splitter and the Blood Red Head

Burglaveist is on lock and we can make it spread

And then there’s Yagdizok, and boy is he the meanest

He’s got an 8 foot long detached flaming penis

The Lord of the Witches and just like Miss Britches

He won’t take no shit from all you stupid bitches

We’ve gotten magickal daggers, we’ve got a guillotine

We got an army of the dead and a barf machine

It’s like a giant rod that throws lightning bolts

And Hell fire bombs and it’s a billion volts

Although it’s power is impossible to quantify

You will constantly throw up until you die

The Ice Sword of Gaultry, The Crystal Machete

The Glass Dagger of Woe, we got that shit already

The Spears of Carthage, all five of them found

Our arsenal is stocked it’s way the fuck underground

We’ve got so many magic weapons all up in that bitch

There ain’t a butter knife that we cannot bewitch

Zargon!

The Black Goat of Gaultry is hung like a pylon

Zargon!

The eyeless beholder you can’t keep your eyes on