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The Rebel Fleet is a plague on the entire galaxy, their motivation is nothing but ludicrous fallacy
No remorse, no second chance, this is the hightest form of heresy
We shall crush them with the power of the imperial war machine
Burning trees and melting snow, taking out their shield generators to deliver the final blow
No scum make it off this planet alive, your plans for rebellion will cost you your lives
All will bow or die before the Empire's might
Deserters will be shot on sight
For the Empire!
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Who Shot First?
02:33
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Quiet night on the desert streets of Mos Eisley
Cantina pumping, music thumping
The perfect scene for an underground crowd
Green skinned in colour, the almost perfect bounty hunter
Not gifted with a blaster, point blank range & still a yard off
Smelling like cheese, rodian swine
Suction cups for fingers & big black fucking beady eyes
Scowering the booths for the smuggler scum to rob him of his life
Blaster at the ready, over his weight in credits waiting
Is this the night Greedo will take his victory?
Is this the night his lust is finally sated?
Determined to kill that Han Solo bastard
Hours pass and the boredom sets in
Wondering when that scoundrel will attend the ever growing party around him
He decides to join, a few drinks and some death sticks won't impede his ploy
Oh shit, it's time, Han Solo has arrived
Solo stands victorious, Greedo lies blasted dead
Another casualty that will never be missed
"Sorry about the mess"
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Luke is laying motionless facedown in the snow
Thinking fuck where did that time go?
Now old Ben appears, urging Luke to go to Dagobah
To learn from the one who trained him
Master Yoda the greatest jedi who ever lived
Unable to get up Luke faceplants again after calling for old Ben
But just at that moment Han Solo arrives in the nick of time
It's all about keeping this Jedi here warm and alive
Dragging the dazed young man through the snow of Hoth
Han brings him to a taun taun that just so happened to drop
Taking Luke's lightsabre in hand, Han cuts the beasts guts from end to end
Then he stuffs the boy inside knowing it will keep him warm and alive
"I thought they smelt bad on the outside"
The insides of this thing smell worse than the outside
Screw you Han for shoving me in without a question why
It's so gross in here, I hope he didn't cut open the poor bastard's bowels
I've never smelt anything worse, even Jabba had a better aroma than this
Once I'm back to normal I'll get that scoundrel back
I'll jump out and attack covered in taun taun guts and quickly push him in before he can react
Then I'll seal it up and wait til finally he yacks
But first thing's first I can't move because it fucking hurts
Gotta stay laying here inside this creature that I never want to be near again
I, Luke, am laying motionless inside a taun taun corpse
Thinking how the fuck did I get myself into this mess
Han came at the right time but put me in the wrong place
Soon it will be time to take my REVENGE!
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Mausoleum Of Heroes
02:50
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The Bloated One
04:06
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Welcome to the palace of the bloated one
Grotesque in nature; a giant, fat and greedy slug
Seemingly a tad slow as if his brain is numbed but he will never jump the gun
He is really just tonnes of fun
The beautiful fear this grub
For if you're beautiful, this slimey piece of worm ridden filth,
Stagnant in juices, too overweight to provide any excuses;
Will watch you slave away until the end of your days
Oh, the almighty Jabba
Gurgling and writhing
Struggling to breathe
Just barely surviving
Now cower in fear
The end is drawing near
Just pray you will never become his new entertainment or panicked feast
Running his wet, stubby fingers down your spine
A monument of gluttony so falsely divine
He pleasures himself whilst ruining the galaxy
Destroying the outer rim and harvesting everything
In his green eyes the dark lords don't have shit on him now
Who needs powers of lightning and asphyxiation when you have so many slaves to waste away for no pay beyond the light of day
All hail the great crime lord
Bow down to your master, the all powerful hutt
Ruler of the desert sea
The sands that shift and sink beneath your feet
Home of his favourite beast
Grave of his enemies
Jabba the cuck
Jabba the cunt
You are his slave for all eternity
Jabba the cuck
You will die of old age in chains for him
Jabba the cunt
Welcome to the palace of the bloated one so undeserving
Here you will spend your life in punishment for living on this wretched desert planet unworthy
Welcome to your new home new hell, now it's time to dance mademoiselle
You now must spin and sway wave your hands and swing your hips
Just don't stop moving that body don't stop rocking the ship
Keep the chunky maggot happy smiling and laughing
If, you do stop, dancing he will reel you in with the very chain that binds you to him
Licking his bulging lips with a slimey meaty tongue that just wants to taste you as a dinner dish on his fucking plate
Keep it up or you will be his favourite feast tonight
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Swallowed By The Sarlacc
03:23
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Hissing & growling we must appease the beast
Throwing it our enemies; gamorrean guards are quite the feast
Space faring spore, capable of consuming cities
Tentacles dragging in the weak and feeding off life within the galaxy
Left to rot inside the belly of the beast
Prepare for suffering redefined as you are digested for over a thousand years alive
No creature, no man or beast has escaped these dreaded teeth, locked away forever amongst other decomposing meat
Through the slime and gore you will find the new meaning of pain, injected with neurotoxins and slowly robbed of the power of your brain
Immersed in acidic fluid and bound by agony, left for consumption too long you find yourself inside the fucking walls
A victim of the predatory construction
Semi sentient being existing over fifty thousand years
The truest definition of undying fear
Nightmarish in nature
Unforgiving with an unparalleled hunger
Bending it's guests will through fibrous vessels
Contaminating and keeping them one through mind, body and soul
Through mind, body and soul
All broken down over time
Not a single martyr will liberate themselves nor any other from the great pit of sand dunes
Fear it's many stomachs, which one will be your new home?
Laying there prone unable to do anything but feed the hungry beast
Not a single martyr will liberate themselves nor any other from the great pit of sand dunes
Fear it's many stomachs, which one will be your new home?
Laying there prone unable to do anything but feed the hungry beast
Welcome to the end of your individual existence
Welcome to this family of the dead
Welcome to the end
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Daddy Issues
01:51
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The Senate Australia
Extreme metal from Australia.
The Senate is Rheese Peters & Raymond
Martin.
We are in no way affiliated with Disney or LucasArts Film & do not claim ownership of any characters belonging to them, any original score or intend to do so.
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