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music is pumping...

Joints are popping, our claws are rending Groveling, sniveling, driveling horde To worship scaly overlord Apocalypse becomes creation Gor-Gor shall erase the nation Before you jump into his gizzard Fall and worship tyrant lizard Gor-Gor comes and you must die He swats the stealth down from the sky Admit you crave the gift he brings you Fall and worship tyrant king you Gor-Gor!

Ya, what he said.

w-h-a-t spells what!