Do you really want to know your future,
Which is lying in the Darkness?
Do you really want to hear
The prophetic voice of Doom?

Many kinds of fortune-telling
Are deceptive dotage
I possess by holy power
Of the true divination

I can tell you the truth
It is so easy, but hard
All your secrets inside
Deep inside intestine
Wrinkle your ass with smile
You hope to see this stinking shit
Is leaving your flesh
Defecate or be defecated
Wrinkle your ass to know

I can tell you the truth
It is so easy, but hard
All your secrets is here
You can test, you can touch

Are you ready for the copromantia?
Is your shit enough for this rite?
Don't you look to me so stupid
Your shit is in your hands!
So put your shit on
A showel, be careful
Tell me how it smell
It is smell like you,
Because you are piece of shit too
Don't you forget about this
Grow dark inside
Your watch -- oh yes!
It is time to make it fly -- higher
The flying shit is so beatiful
It is shin in the moonless sky

You must run into the place
Where your shit falls
Gaze to a flat cake
Again and again
What do you see?
You see nothing,
But shapeless shit
Do you expect for more?

Copromantia is proved
That your body consist of shit -- don't you?
Shit is run in your veins,
Shit is hold your spine -- yes!
It is smell like you,
Because you are piece of shit too
Don't forget!
Defecated Copromant
Now you know your destiny
That lake excrement in your hands