About this song
In the murky swamps of Nephalia, a cult sings praises to a god with a mouth that never closes. They feed him everything, because nothing is holy and all of it is meat. And when you see a boot still kicking in his throat, you'll call it an answered prayer.
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Gather by the water, children, hush now, hear the tale. A merchant came through Nephalia with an egg and a sales pitch stale. He swore it was the Gitrog's, and we swore that he was true, and we paid the man his asking price and never asked him who. Then we sang the oldest ritual our grandmothers could teach, and the shell began to shudder, and the slime came up the beach, and a mouth came out that never closed, and we fell to our knees for the one true Grolnok, hungry as the seas. [Pre-Chorus] He doesn't speak. He doesn't pray. He only eats, and we obey. [Chorus] Feed him, feed him, the one true Grolnok has to eat. Feed him, feed him, nothing's holy, all of it's meat. Down it goes, and it croaks inside, and nothing that he swallows ever dies. [Verse 2] Now I hear the Temple of Toxrill's got a champion of their own, a slug that melts whatever it touches right down to the bone. Well, bring your slime and bring your chants and bring your holy slug, we will meet you in the marshes where the fog is thick as mud. Your god can melt a village, brother, fine, I'll give you that, but ours can eat a village and come back for your hat. When his little frogs go marching, the ground gives up its store, and he swallows what they dig up, and he hollers out for more. [Pre-Chorus] He doesn't speak. He doesn't pray. He only eats, and we obey. [Chorus] Feed him, feed him, the one true Grolnok has to eat. Feed him, feed him, nothing's holy, all of it's meat. Down it goes, and it croaks inside, and nothing that he swallows ever dies. [Bridge] Some nights I lie beside the pond and listen to him chew, and I wonder if that merchant ever said a word that's true. Then the moon comes up, he opens wide, and I forget to care. There's a boot still kicking in his mouth, and I call that answered prayer. [Chorus] Feed him, feed him, the one true Grolnok has to eat. Feed him, feed him, nothing's holy, all of it's meat. Down it goes, and it croaks inside, and nothing that he swallows ever dies. [Outro] Feed him. The one true Grolnok. Feed him.
