About this song
To avoid becoming the main course for a ravenous demon lord, a wizard makes a desperate deal: seven years as his personal chef in the Abyss. She'll stuff the thallid in the gargoyle and lay the manticore in the broth, all to write the one recipe that matters—her own escape.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse 1] I summoned what I should have feared A Lord of Pit with bottomless years I had no more sacrifices left And he was looking at my chest So I said sir, I have an offer Spare the wizard, keep the cook Seven years and seven days of suppers Bound in flame, signed in a book [Pre-Chorus] You don't get out of the Abyss By praying to a god You get out with a sharp blade, A saute pan, and a nod [Chorus] I cook or I am cooked That's the recipe that worked Stuff the thallid in the gargoyle Lay the manticore in the broth Every fiend that came for dinner Sat where I had set the cloth [Verse 2] Tonight he wants the granite breast Honey-glazed and dipped in fire Last night he wanted the gray ogre toes Stewed in something dark and dire The thallid mushroom doesn't kill him But it shows him how to cut Manticore venom doesn't fell him But it shows him how to gut And every dish I serve to Vincent Knits another thread of my escape [Pre-Chorus] You don't get out of the Abyss By begging from a god You get out with a sharp blade, A saute pan, and a nod [Chorus] I cook or I am cooked That's the recipe that worked Stuff the thallid in the gargoyle Lay the manticore in the broth Every fiend that came for dinner Sat where I had set the cloth [Bridge] Twenty copies of my book Bought by Vincent and my mother Sold for nothing, served for nothing Until a courier above Carried one across the threshold And the overworld learned my name Asmoranomardicadaistinaculdacar Thirteen syllables of flame [Final Chorus] I cooked, I was not cooked That's the recipe that won Stuff the thallid in the gargoyle Lay the manticore in the broth Every fiend that came for dinner Sat where I had set the cloth The Underworld remembered who I served The overworld remembered what I served And I remembered I was free And I wrote the book And I bound the book And the book remembers me [Outro] Recipes for monsters. By a monster who survived.
