Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of Words

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

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

First came Balsac, his council was
His war-ax gleamed, he was a knight
Plus 40 dancing bears, he did
First in prowess, he his lord beside

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

But then timely, the arrived
Booze, drugs, food, 400 hundred high
Flattus Maximus, he did supply
And now the mighty of GWAR did bind

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

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

The surface world of the malaise
Black pope, usurper, he saw through the
They plan their defense in the land of the
Africa, bitter fruit she'd

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

Belching fire, freshly
8000 battalions of freshly sainted
But before fought, they were vaccinated
To protect them from the AIDS 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, then a

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

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

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

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

The ax through the chest and torso
blood spurts, guts are loosed by the throw
And with that ax the soul from goes
Jizmak, "That was a heavy blow"

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

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

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

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