Battle Hymn of the Spaghetti Monster

[Saint Glinglin]

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the Spaghetti Monster.
He is trampling out the tomatoes where the holly sauce is made;
He hath sprinkled the parmesan cheese on the Purple Oyster:
His sauce is cooking on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His sauce is cooking on

I have seen Him in the kitchens of a million believers,
They have boiled Him to eat the eternal life He spreads
I can smell His righteous perfume from the pots and copper plates
His noodle is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His noodle is marching on

I have ate a fiery noodle cooked in burnished pots of steel:
"As ye salt with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal;
Let the Hero, born of nowhere, cover the dish with his sauce,
Pasta is flying on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Pasta is flying on

He has moved forth appendage that shall never be retreat;
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment meat:
Oh, be swift, my sauce, to anoint Him! be jubilant, my salt!
Our God is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is marching on

In the tasty basil sauce pasta was cooked for me
With a garlic in his bosom that transfigures you and me:
As he fried to make men happy, let us eat to make belly,
While Noodle is marching on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
His Noodle is marching on

He is coming as the saviour of the hunger of the brave,
He is delight to the poors, He is terror to the grave;
So the world shall be His cauldron, and tomato sauce His wave,
Our God is feeding on.

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is feeding on

Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Glory, glory, hallelujah!
Our God is feeding on

Ad libitum.