GWAR - The Song Of Words Lyrics
In the keep of Gwar much torment remainedDespite all the bodies hacked in twainSo many had died in the viscous campaignThat the femurs alone made a fine mountainThe master was no longer Gwar's sovereignOf wealth and women they had none to gainWhat goal was left for them to attainSo Oderus did call for conclaveFirst came Balsac his council was wiseHis war axe gleamed he was a loyal knightPlus forty dancing bears he did provideThen, first in prowess he stood his lord besideBeefcake the Mighty his ass was wideBrought Eighty laden oxen, he was a good allyJizmak the Gusha, his legion was describedFor many hours he barked at the tribeBut then, timely, the catering arrivedBooze, drugs, food, 400 mule loads highFlattus Maximus this he did supplyAnd now the mighty brothers of Gwar did bindThey will to journey and slay without planBring siege and terror to the cities of manOpen OberammergauLike hell was a womb, it toreAnd from the wound the creatures pourTroll, Goblin, ManticoreSiege machine and armored whorethere will be battle like never beforeThe surface world learned of the maliceBlack Pope, ususrper, he saw through the veilThey plan their defense in the land of the wastedAfrica, bitter fruit she tastedEnsign of industry, let it be raisedThere the camp of the Black Pope was placedhis legions beneath, through the valleys they racedChariots they rode, their skulls were iron platedBelching fire, freshly painted8000 battalions of knights freshly saintedBut before the fought the were vaccinatedTo protect them from the AIDS that had been createdTo continue the reign of the Black Pope unabatedThe people at home got a version G-RatedHere Gwar invadedBegan the violationThe war barges, forecastles swarmingDisgorging the troops, formations formingThe low drone, of the horningSounding a call, then a warningA nuclear salvo where Gwar was encroachingWithin a second ten legions were toastingBalsac said "did iyou feel something"?The lord was not boastingThe enemy is vast, steel carpets the terrainStill they are forming armor detrainsThey send forth a captain, OJ, by the nameFlattus struck him in the brainBurst the helmet made two parts of the mindchopped trough his gorget, through chest, into spineAnd the good captians blood flowed like wineFlattus said "so ends a cowards time"Balsac is angry, he'll have no moreHe hurls his axe with greater forceTo smite Regis with terrible forcehis sheild breaks, his hauberk unsewsThe axe bursts through the chest and torsoBright blood spurts, the guts are loosed by the throwand with that axe the soul from body goesSaid Jizmak "that was a heavy blow"Beefcake the Mighty dotted with spewHis sword falls skulls burst in twoThe eyes burst from sockets, he is not throughThousands of warriors he does this tooPiling up corpses of those he slewuntil it was hard to tell if the pile grewBalsac said "He is a princely lord"Said Beefcake "yes it is true"Jizmak smites, his hammer whirlsForeheads explode, entrails whirlBreaking open brain-pans as wellRed blood flowing as souls speed to hellOderus smites the Black Pope, exposing the brainThe blade continued through meat and membraneBright blood flowed in the grass where he was lainThere ends this tale, that much is plain
