Lyrics

These, uh, these evil sorcerers, dugpas, they're called Cultivate evil for the sake of evil, nothing else They express themselves in darkness, for darkness, without leavening motive This ardent purity allows them to access a secret place Where the cultivation of evil proceeds in exponential fashion And with it, the furtherancе of evil's resulting power This placе of power is tangible, and as such, it can be found Entered, and perhaps, utilized in some fashion The dugpas have many names for it, but chief among them Is the, uh, is the Black Lodge You don't believe me, do you? You think I'm mad, overworked Go away There's a place I like to go A hole for my soul A destination so cold And it's here that I like to unfold A transcending, you could say A place for the black ways No motive for my cause No need to follow your laws Power creates power And now her taste becomes sour One expression to gratify and testify The pleasure is mine, with the dark-defined Down every road is a Black Lodge Black Lodge Black Lodge My strength surrounds your broken sounds My thick, vile voice goes round and round Until you slip away while attempt to brave What's outside the Black Lodge Now come back inside so that I may confide All the things that I plan to do Verbally and truthfully You'll be the life of me How do you feel? How do you peel? Don't worry, it's real We're just breaking the seal Don't look up at the light At least until you lose sight Scream for your life Scream for my knife Black Lodge Black Lodge Black Lodge Black Lodge Black Lodge Black Lodge