Mon cher gros homme
It is following your deepest penetration
For the Master’s pleasure
That we welcome you tonight
And now we invite you to relax
Let yourself sink into the pot
As the kitchen proudly informs you:
You're dinner.
Be
Our
Goust, be our goust
Now the broth will start to brew
We’ll tie your hands behind your back, joufflu
And then begin the stew
First the drinks, then hors d'oeuvres
Then right after you'll be served
Now you’ve been the Master’s bitch, his
Loyal beastmen man the kitchens
They'll add salt, they'll add cheese
Trust their practiced expertise
And they'll make your bath a fine Frenchman Ragout
Now let’s plop you in the pan
And stuff you up with pain
You'll be our goust,
Oui, our goust,
Be our goust
Espagnole, vin eglaze,
Bouquet garni marinade
We'll prepare and serve with flair
Le mâle vivant cochon de lait
Though you’re scared, we detect
You’re undeniably erect
Though your guts are full of semen
We'll make sure you're aptly seasoned
Drink this wine, bite this apple,
We'll pour brandy in your asshole,
So you'll have the perfect taste while quite subdued
He'll have you under glass
You'll be his night's repaste
You'll be our goust
Though taboo
Serving Man will now ensue
Be our goust, be our goust, be our goust
Life is so depleting
For a beastman who's not eating
He's half-dead when he's ill-fed and quite bereft
Ah, those good old days when we were human
One by one, the hunger's all that's left
For years we've been fasting,
Trying to keep the larder lasting,
Needing human flesh to supplement our kills
Most days, we just fuck around the castle
Then something stirred our hunger
Perhaps this trespasser, I wonder?
It's a goust, it's a goust
Sake's alive and sacre bleu
It's a feast all for the Beast
He's had his cake, he'll eat it too
And of course, the cake is you
Now that his primal rut is through,
While you're doing all you're squirming
He'll start bubbling, he'll start churning
Let's get you warm, sweating hot
Ah, such juicy meat you've got
So sweat it up!
We’ll get it marinated too!
Simmer for half an hour
Then ready to devour
You, our goust (He’s our goust)
He's our goust  (He’s our goust)
Be our goust, be our goust
What our lord commands, we do
It's been months since he's been fed a proper meal
And that means you:
First your feet, next your thighs
They will disappear inside
And if your descent starts slowing,
We'll all help to keep you going
Gulp
By
Gulp
Nice and tight
Jaws clamp shut,
There goes the light
Then you'll slowly fall asleep as you digest
It was so nice to meet ya
Now he's gonna eat ya
Be our goust,
Be our goust,
Be our goust, yes
Be
Our
Goust