Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of Words

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

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

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

Beefcake, the mighty, his ass was
Brought 80 laden oxen, he was a good
Da Gusha, his legion was described
For hours 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 to journey and slay without plan
Bring and terror to the cities of man
Open
Like hell was a womb, it

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

The surface world learned of the
Black pope, usurper, he saw through the
They plan their in the land of the wasted
Africa, bitter she'd tasted

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

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

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

The war barges, forecastles
Disgorging the troops, forming
The low of the horning
Sounding out a call, then a

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, steel carpets the
Still they are forming, and trained
They send a captain, OJ by name
struck him in the brain

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

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

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

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

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

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

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