Grimoir

- Ooh, ooft, yeah, welcome to another whimsical, magical, a tragedy of an opus, you fuckin' bastards you, you whores, on this record we'll be whispin' your floppy, fuckin' pissy spinach off to a goddamn, uh, circus here, you bastards! This prick JakProgresso Esquire, is here rappin' and makin' mock with his cake hole like, don't even want to be here, let's get on with this, you fuckin' whores!
- This candle is he, flame burns as his spirit, burns! This is his heart, praiseth his love for me!
- Before the dawn of civilization, in the early light of man business through, life was an eternal struggle between good, and evil. The ancients knew the way to plaqate the beasts, buried beneath the eternal sea, and was in the consciousness of man, sacrifice, virgin sacrifice. The practice of that bygone age died with the coming of civilization, but deep in the heart of man, the prime evil urge to give new life, to an ancient ritual, lingers on