[Poem]

Drop out of life with meat in hand
Follow the smoke to the barbecue land
Butchers roll out across the dying lawn
Sacred goat meat holy charcoal mound
Heat rise up unto the sacred feast
Caravan migrates towards the deep meatscape
Goatsmen unearth the creed of meat demons
Bathe in the glow of the smokers haze

Goatsmoker
Smoke
Goatsmoker

Careful what you say
Bacon is the way
Your life you will pay
Sizzle in the pan
Worshipping the ham
We don't give a damn

Drain bacon grease
Into my face

Born to ingest the protein
Those opposing are faulty
Succumb to grease laden madness
Enter the sanctum of decadence

Bacon Basher

Bacon is the only way
You cannot escape gluttony

Crisp fatty treats
Seal my fate

Burning, the coals are burning hot
Charing flesh my inner beast comes to life
Searching, my thoughts of the of the meat
I know now this is what I must consume
My life, leading up to this
decisions squandered (decisions squandered)
Feasting, my mind is bent on meats
I eat my body weight in tasty treats

Feeding, you live with no regrets
Denying pleasure, denial of the flesh
Feeding, prepare to join us now
You are invited to partake in this
We bled this pig and its all for you
No longer will they tell you what to do
Deveganize, forget your ways
You are now baptized in a smoky glaze

Deveganize

If you want to cook my steak you better do it properly
If you fuck it up I will end your life swiftly
High heat precision grilling, the steaks could not be higher
Four minutes per side is how you achieve supremacy

I demand a higher class of grilling
A bloody center will be the one that fills me
Tortured be the one who will fail me
To the wolves I cast away his body

Grilling a steak is an artwork of which I have mastery
Sink your fork into the meat and cut the morsels as you eat
Tender cuts of pure enjoyment, juices flow from your beak
Euphoric understanding all you need is S and P

There is no turning back the meat it needs to bleed
The hordes will feed
Meat on the butchers block the masses get their fill
Grilled to perfection it's always a pleasure to grill
There is no turning back the meat it needs to bleed
The hordes will feed
Grill marks add to the presentation
We're not here to impress anyone

[Instrumental]

Prepare the meat and prepare the vegetables
Penetrate slow no need for any rush with this
This is your life add all embellishments

Presentation the name of the game
Food on a skewer your claim to fame
Don't mess around the foods almost done
Cry all you want but you only get one

High heat, fresh meat, my treat
I made these for you bitches
Full plate, salivate, concentrate
Eat every bite you bitches
Smorgasbord, on a stick, going quick
Eat one before they're gone
Get your fill, ?, ?
Get one before they're gone

Skewers of Madness

Propane, gaseous, flowing to burn
Ignite all four burners, raising the temperature
Cutting board, juices soaking the wood
Seasonings perfected

Sprinkle the flavoring
Prepare for savoring

Propane Creation

Propane for president

Burning clean, tasting meat not the heat
Starting to char, taste beyond reasoning
Magnificent meat, gazing at awe
At my propane creation

Prepare for savoring

Propane Creation

[Instrumental]

Black Plague intestinals, enchanted by the lord
I fear no bone or blade or chalice made of thorns

My guts blessed through sin
Inside satanic win
Imbibe everything
I feed eternally
Godless farts of flame
My tract feels no pain
Gastrointestinal
My form ancestral

I ingest all that would tear your guts to shreds
I can consume the bones and even the heads
My appetite for flesh it knows no more bounds
Bless me with bountiful feasts fit for a royal crown

I defy, my insides
Still hungry, eternally

Go on and look at you,
Today is your lucky day
The executioner's here, and he's ready to make you pay

You prayed for so long, and now you have your chance
The executioner's here, and he's sharpening his axe

Swing of the Axe
Cry all you want, but the blade soars today
Swing of the Axe

You buy in the for the privilege, to know what lies beyond
Death hides behind veiled faces
It only takes one swing, and you're gone

The executioner,
The beginning and the end
He carries cold hard steel masked with the taste of medicine
Blessed with a reaper's touch, his might cannot be matched
It's time to pay the man, The Executioner's Tax

Swing of the Axe
Swing at the World
Even a killer has to get paid
Swing of the Axe