Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of Words

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

The was no longer GWAR's sovereign
Of wealth and women, they had to gain
What goal was for them to attain
So did call for conclave

First came Balsac, his council was
His gleamed, he was a loyal knight
Plus 40 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 legion was
For many hours he barked at the

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

willed to journey and slay without plan
Bring siege and to the cities of man
Oberammergau
Like hell was a womb, it

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

The surface learned of the malaise
pope, usurper, he saw through the veil
They plan defense in the land of the wasted
Africa, bitter fruit tasted

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

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

To continue the reign of black unabated
The people at home got a version
Here the GWAR
the violation

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

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

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

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

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

The ax bursts through the and torso
blood spurts, guts are loosed by the throw
And that ax the soul from body goes
Jizmak, "That was a heavy 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 corpses of those that he
Until it was hard to tell if the grew
Balsac said, "He is a lord"
beefcake, "Yes, it's true"

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

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