| Through the space, through the stone
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| Where the Master grows his clones
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| Where the legions wage eternal war
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| We were born in this place
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| Slaughtering race after race
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| We were part of The Scumdogs of the Universe
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| Hey Hey! |
| Hey Hey! |
| Hey Hey! |
| Hey Hey!
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| The Death Pod is leaving
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| The Death Pods dismissed
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| The Death Pod is coming
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| The Death Pod is pissed
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| Death Pod comes from the sky — it does
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| The Master he gave us tools to despoil all he ruled
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| Plasma cannons spewing death on anything that dared protrude
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| But we craved for power, the wars been getting sour
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| The Pod was built, millions kilt,
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| and something that could kick my ass
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| Sucking the scrod, blowing my wad
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| Blowing my wad all over God
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| Dismissed!
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| Foolish mortal you didn’t barge in on the power of the Death Pod
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| did ya? |
| Huh, huh? |
| Well now you shall receive:
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| The heat-seeking moister missile
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| Death Pod comes from the sky — it does
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| The day it came, the blood was rain
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| We harvested eternal pain
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| The battle raged for a billion years
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| But through the burning corpses pall
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| It was revealed that GWAR would fall
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| And were banished to this miserable
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| mudball planet. |