Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of Words

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

The master was no longer GWAR's
Of wealth and women, they had to gain
What goal was left for them to
So Oderus did call for

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 ally
Jizmak Da Gusha, his was described
For many he barked at the tribe

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

They willed to journey and without plan
Bring and terror to the cities of man
Oberammergau
Like was a womb, it tore

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

The surface world of the malaise
Black pope, usurper, he saw the veil
They plan their in the land of the wasted
Africa, bitter fruit tasted

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

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

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

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

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

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

Burst the helmet, two parts of the mind
Chopped his gorget, through chest into spine
And so, blood flows like wine
Flattus said, "So a cowards time"

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

The ax through the chest and torso
Bright spurts, guts 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 sword falls, skulls in two
Eyes from sockets, he is not through
of warriors, he does this to

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

Jizmak smites, his hammer
Foreheads explode, twirl
Breaking brain-pans as well
Red blood as souls speed to hell

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