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As the last of the cultists writhe in their own half-devoured entrails and Baron Samedi sifts through the shattered remnants of the crystal skull, Ghoul fiddles with the smoking hulk of the Mezmetron. A button is pushed and the machine roars to life. In Portland, Oregon a young nerd turns his television to a UHF channel and is surprised by what he sees...
Metallicus Ex Mortis
So you're an anti-social geek
With body odor, funny hair, and your breath reeks
You have no friends of which to speak
Now your mind has come unglued
And your trust fund balance is down the tubes
There's only one thing you can do
Commit yourself, submit yourself
Give us your body and your soul
Enslave yourself and save yourself
And sign in blood upon the scroll
On your straightjacket stitched, the hermetic seal
The pin is thrust as the blood congeals
Your card is dealt and your fate is sealed
Raise the chalice and take the cure
Numbskull from the freshly interred
Your servitude is now all but ensured
Commit yourself, submit yourself
Give us your body and your soul
Enslave yourself and save yourself
And spill your blood for rock n roll
Now your guts are a foetid yellow slush
Twitching pupils dilate
As your brain is turned to mush
Solo Dissector
Metallicus Ex Mortis!
Reborn in decay
Metallicus Ex Mortis!
As your life rots away
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