He brung forth a mountain of meat
And it's for you, little girl
He threw the goat from the boat
Into the swirl, little girl
He brung forth an ocean of waves
He flung forth flurries of snow
He melts the snow with his hands
All praise the power of the man
Rimshot terror ball
Give up the ghost
He hurls fire from the sky
He hatched the goat from the egg
He is the mother of lies
He is the father of knaves
He brung forth an ocean of eels
He eats the ten-thousand meals
Man can't depend on man's fellow man
When black lightning bursts
From the storm hammer's hand