GWAR: The Song Of Words

In the keep of GWAR, much torment remains
Despite all of the bodies hacked in twain
So many had died in the viscous campaign
That their femurs alone made a fine mountain

The Master was no longer GWARs sovereign
Of wealth and women they had none to gain
What goal was left for them to attain
So Oderus did call for conclave

First came Balsac, his council was wise
His War-Axe gleamed, he was a loyal knight
Plus 40 dancing bears he did provide
First in prowess, he stood his lord beside

Beefcake the Mighty, his ass was wide
Brought 80 laden oxen, he was a good ally
Jizmak the Gusha, his legion was described
For many hours he barked at the tribe

But then, timely, the catering arrived
Booze, drugs, food, 400 hundred mule-loads high
Flattus Maximus, this he did supply
And now the mighty brothers of GWAR did bind

They willed to journey and slay without plan
Bring seige and terror to the cities of man


Open Oberammergau
Like hell was a womb, it tore

And from the womb the creatures poured
Troll, goblin, Manticore
Siege machine and armored whore
There will be battle like never before

The Surface World learned of the malaise
Black Pope, usurper, he saw through the veil
They plan their defense in the land of the wasted
Africa, bitter fruit she had tasted

Ensign of industry, let it be raised
There the camp of the Black Pope was placed
His legions breath, through the valleys the raced
Charlots they rode, and their skulls were iron-plated

Belching fire, freshly painted
8000 Battalions of Knights freshly sainted
But before they fought, they were vaccinated
To protect them from the AIDS that had been created

To continue the reign o