[Intro: dark orchestration and Grind choirs] [Verse 1: blast beats and abyssal riffs] Strange visions in the fire’s glow, Boiling flesh in cauldrons below. Frightening echoes fill the air, Screams of souls trapped in despair. [Chorus: grand Black choirs and epic orchestrations] Merciless hunger, insatiable might, Under the moon, a feast of fright. Sobs and tears in crimson streams, Such is Gargantua’s cuisine! [Verse 2: oppressive ambiance and dissonance] From shattered bones, a broth divine, Wretched kings turned into wine. The butcher’s hands, colossal, vile, Grinding fate with a monstrous smile. [Bridge: dramatic symphonic moment] Tables of ruin, chalices cursed, Devouring empires, quenching thirst. Beneath his jaws, no gods remain, Only echoes of endless pain. [Chorus: even more intense] Merciless hunger, insatiable might, Under the moon, a feast of fright. Sobs and tears in crimson streams, Such is Gargantua’s cuisine! [Outro: gloomy atmosphere, funeral organ, and withered Black choirs] The banquet fades, the dawn is near, Yet famine’s shadow lingers here. The Earth shall shake, the stars shall wane, When Gargantua feasts again…
