Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of Words

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

The master was no longer GWAR's
Of wealth and women, they had none to
goal was left for them to attain
So did call for conclave

First Balsac, his council was wise
His war-ax gleamed, he was a loyal
40 dancing bears, he did provide
First in prowess, he stood his beside

Beefcake, the mighty, his ass was
Brought 80 laden oxen, he was a good
Jizmak Da Gusha, his legion was
For many hours he barked at the

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

They willed to journey and slay plan
Bring siege and to the cities of man
Open
hell was a womb, it tore

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

The world learned of the malaise
Black pope, usurper, he saw the veil
plan their defense in the land of the wasted
Africa, fruit she'd tasted

of industry, let it be raised
There the of the black pope was placed
His legions, the valleys they raced
they rode, their skulls were iron-plated

Belching fire, painted
8000 battalions of knights sainted
But before they fought, they vaccinated
To protect them from the that had been created

To continue the reign of pope unabated
The people at home got a G-rated
the GWAR invaded
Began the

The war barges, forecastles
Disgorging the troops, formations
The low drone of the
Sounding out a call, a warning

A nuclear salvo GWAR was encroaching
a second 10 legions were toasting
Balsac said, "Did you something?"
The lord was not

The is vast, steel carpets the terrain
Still they are forming, armored and
send forth a captain, OJ by name
Flattus struck him in the

Burst the helmet, made two of the mind
Chopped through his gorget, chest into spine
And so, OJ's flows like wine
Flattus said, "So ends a time"

Balsac is angry, he'll no more
He hurls his ax with effort
To smite Regis with force
His shield breaks, his hauberk

The ax bursts the chest and torso
Bright blood spurts, guts are by the throw
And with that ax the soul body goes
Said Jizmak, "That was a blow"

Beefcake, the mighty, clotted with
His sword falls, burst in two
Eyes burst sockets, he is not through
Thousands of warriors, he does to

Piling up the of those that he slew
it was hard to tell if the pile grew
Balsac said, "He is a lord"
Said beefcake, "Yes, true"

Jizmak smites, his hammer
Foreheads explode, entrails
open brain-pans as well
Red blood flowing as speed to hell

Oderus the black pope, exposing the brain
The blade continued through and membrane
blood flowed in the grass where he was lain
Here ends tale, that much is plain