Harsh Generation

DARK

DARK 2.0 (feat. TWISTED)

[INTRO – Whispered, ancient prophecy tone]
In the 7th spiral of the Ghottosphere
Where no man dares to nut...
He waits.
Crowned in oils.
Swollen with wrath.
They call him...
Kurmud Gee'on
The Space Sultan.

[CHORUS – Chant of Dread and Glory]
Kurmud Gee'on the Space Sultan
He face-fucks five to seven Ghotto-Goggors
Kurmud Gee'on the Space Sultan
He face-fucks five to seven Ghotto-Goggors
Every time he cums
A moon goes black
Every time he cums
A star turns back

[VERSE 1 – The Sultan's Rise]
Born from a drop of cosmic oil
Slick with rage and royal soil
He forged his throne in writhing bone
Ghotto-Goggor flesh and chrome

His eyes are red his crown is wet
His robes drip scent you won't forget
When he enters, the room goes stiff
He nuts — and time begins to shift

[CHORUS – Repeat with added distortion]
Kurmud Gee'on the Space Sultan
He face-fucks five to seven Ghotto-Goggors
Kurmud Gee'on the Space Sultan
He face-fucks five to seven Ghotto-Goggors
Every time he cums
Planets split in half
Every time he cums
The void begins to laugh

[VERSE 2 – The Goggor Slaughter]
They begged, they squealed, they knew their fate
Each Goggor’s jaw dislocates
He grabs their skulls with reverence grim
And force-feeds them the holy hymn

His seed is fire his balls divine
Each thrust writes laws in space and time
And when he moans the stars all weep
As five to seven Goggors sleep…
Forever.

[BRIDGE – Soft, echoey, tragic]
He cannot stop
He cannot rest
His sultan seed is cosmic test
They send more Goggors to the pit
But none survive the final hit

[FINAL CHORUS – With alien choir and detuned brass drop]
Kurmud Gee'on the Space Sultan
He face-fucks five to seven Ghotto-Goggors
Kurmud Gee'on the Space Sultan
He face-fucks five to seven Ghotto-Goggors
Every time he cums
Reality twists
Every time he cums
Creation submits

Jiff, The Jiping Jippalon, The Grand Jiper of the Jappaloneans

Real-Time Chris