[Verse 1] Potato Prophet screaming from a sack of grease! The tuber spirits bleed, demand a feathered piece! Thirty-eight chickens slaughtered in the filth and mud! Pluck the wings for safety, lest we drown in spud! Sad spud mush! The vodka tent is locked away! CHICKEN FEATHERS NOW! Slaughter, kill, and flay! [Chorus] [GANG SHOUTS] SACRED STARCH! INDUSTRIAL RAGE! BLEED THE POULTRY ON THE FESTIVAL STAGE! Boars and pelts and bloody roots of steel! The Grand Mashmaster’s nightmare is so real! [Verse 2] Fifty-eight boars gutted for a bowl of fat! Health inspectors weeping, what do you think of that? Next is Lady Serpentina in her potato cloak, Sixty-six swamp vipers choking on the joke! Snake-skin spud-shaker, paprika in the dust! Kill the serpents crawling through the iron rust! [Chorus] [GANG SHOUTS] SACRED STARCH! INDUSTRIAL RAGE! BLEED THE FAUNA ON THE FESTIVAL STAGE! Eighty-one wolves slaughtered for a royal seat! Duke Mashalot demands a lupine meat-fest treat! [Verse 3] Stag skins on the stage, antlers in the sound! Boiling mashed potatoes splashed across the ground! Forty bear rugs thrown into the banquet hall! Countess Starchington screaming at the festival wall! Polar bear ice sommelier, frozen vodka cellars! Kill the beasts, you mechanical metal fellers! [Bridge] [GLITCHING SYNTH SWELLS] [MECHANIZED KICK PATTERN] Lord Tuberion rises with a golden chariot float! Thirty tigers flayed! Thirty crocs inside a moat! Panther skins of shadow! Thirty more must die! Underneath a greasy, burning, starchy sky! [Guitar Solo - Chainsaw Distortion & Blast Beats] [Final Verse] The Final Rite of the Golden Spud is here! Fanatics chanting madness, drowning out the fear! And then... a crumpled scroll beneath the ash and bone... The ultimate harvest... you are not alone. Player versus player! Rip the skin from man! The Spud of Eternity wakes the master plan! [Outro] Mr. Stitch awaits you in the underwater labs! Human hide harvested! [METALLIC HITS] [RISING MACHINE AMBIENCE] Eternal starch!
