Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of Words

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

The master was no GWAR's sovereign
Of and women, they had none to gain
What goal was for them to attain
So did call for conclave

First came Balsac, his was wise
His war-ax gleamed, he was a loyal
Plus 40 bears, he did provide
First in prowess, he stood his lord

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

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

They willed to and slay without plan
Bring siege and terror to the of man
Open
Like hell was a womb, it

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

The surface world of the malaise
pope, usurper, he saw through the veil
They plan their defense in the of the wasted
Africa, bitter she'd tasted

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

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

To the reign of black pope unabated
The people at home got a version
Here the invaded
Began the

The war barges, swarming
Disgorging the troops, forming
The low drone of the
Sounding out a call, a warning

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

The enemy is vast, carpets the terrain
they are forming, armored and trained
They send forth a captain, OJ by
Flattus him in the brain

Burst the helmet, made two parts of the
Chopped through his gorget, through chest into
And so, OJ's blood like wine
said, "So ends a cowards time"

Balsac is angry, he'll no more
He his ax with great effort
To smite with terrible force
His shield breaks, his unsews

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

Beefcake, the mighty, clotted spew
His falls, skulls burst in two
Eyes burst from sockets, he is not
Thousands of warriors, he this to

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

smites, his hammer whirls
Foreheads explode, entrails
Breaking open as well
Red blood flowing as souls to hell

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