Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Song Of Words, artist - Gwar. Album song Violence Has Arrived, in the genre
Date of issue: 01.09.2008
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
The Song Of Words |
In the fortress of GWAR, much torment does remain |
Despite all of the bodies that had been hacked in twain |
So many had died in the viscous campaign |
That their femurs alone made a fine mountain |
The Master was no longer GWAR’s sovereign |
Of wealth and women they had none to gain |
What goal was left for them to attain |
So Oderus did call for conclave |
First came Balsac, his council was wise |
His War-Axe gleamed, he was a loyal knight |
Plus 40 dancing bears he did provide |
Then, first in prowess, he stood his lord beside |
Beefcake the Mighty, his ass was wide |
Brought 80 laden oxen, he was a good ally |
Jizmak the Gusha, his legion was described |
For many hours he barked at the tribe |
But then, timely, the catering arrived |
Booze, drugs, food, 400 hundred mule-loads high |
Flattus Maximus, this he did supply |
And now the mighty brothers of GWAR did band |
They will to journey and slay without plan |
Bring sledge and terror to the cities of man |
Open Oberammergau |
Like hell was a womb, it tore |
And from the womb the creatures poured |
Troll, goblin, Manticore |
Siege machine and armored whore |
There will be battle like never before |
The Surface World learned of the malaise |
Black Pope, usurper, he saw through the veil |
They plan their defense in the land of the wasted |
Africa, bitter fruit she had tasted |
Ensign of industry, let it be raised |
There the camp of the Black Pope was placed |
His legions breath, through the valleys the raced |
Charlots they rode, and their skulls were iron-plated |
Belching fire, freshly painted |
8000 Battalions of Knights freshly sainted |
But before they fought, they were vaccinated |
To protect them from the AIDS that had been created |
To continue the reign of Black Pope unabated |
The people at home, got a version G-rated |
Here the GWAR invaded |
Began the violation |
The War Barges, forecastles swarming |
Disgorging the troops, formations forming |
The low drone of the horning |
Sounding out a call, then a warning |
A nuclear salvo where GWAR was encroaching |
Within a second 10 legions were toasting |
Balsac said, «Did you feel something?» |
The Lord was not boasting |
The enemy is vast, steel carpets the terrain |
Still they are forming, armors detrains |
They send forth a Captain, OJ by name |
Flattus struck him in the brain |
Burst the helmet, made two parts of the mind |
Chopped through his gorget, through chest, into spine |
And the good captains blood flowed like wine |
Flattus said, «So ends a cowards time.» |
Balsac is angry, he’ll have no more |
He hurls his axe, with great effort |
To smite Regis with terrible force |
His shield breaks, his hauberk unsews |
The axe bursts through his chest and torso |
Bright blood spurts, the guts are loosed by the throw |
And with that axe the soul from body goes |
Said Jizmak, «That was a heavy blow.» |
Beefcake the Mighty, clotted with spew |
His sword falls, skulls burst in two |
The eyes burst from sockets, he is not through |
Thousands of warriors he does this to Piling up the corpses of those he slew |
Until it was hard to tell if the pile grew |
Balsac said, «He is a princely lord» |
Said Beefcake, «Yes, it’s true.» |
Jizmak smites, his hammer whirls |
Foreheads explode, entrails twirl |
Breaking open brain-pans as well |
Red blood flowing as souls speed to hell |
Oderus smites the Black Pope, exposing his brain |
The blade continued through meat and membrane |
Bright blood flowed in the grass where he was lain |
Here ends this tale, that much is plain |