Luyện nghe bài hát The Song Of Words

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

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

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 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 at the tribe

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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