Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Whargoul, artist - Gwar. Album song Raganrock, in the genre
Date of issue: 01.09.2008
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Whargoul |
I’m the fucking Whargoul, I’m the ghost of Minas Morgul |
I destroyed your life, I raped your wife |
I am Whargoul, I am uncool, I am Whargoul |
I’ve been many faces, been many names |
Known love and hate until they were the same |
I bring ruin, I am Whargoul, am I human? |
They think that they know what I know |
They think they know what’s best |
I think that’s why they killed me, that’s why I joined the SS |
In revenge for Malmedy, they used a blowtorch on me Nice try, Whargoul cannot die |
You blow off my arm I laugh at the pain |
And after the battle I feast on the slain |
Seeking my creator, taking from the strong |
Yes, you see I need your strength, so I can kill the wrong |
Seeking my creator, taking from the weak |
Yes, you see I need you, so I can snuff the meek |
Savor the silence -- Whargoul |
Addicted to violence |
They used a bulldozer, to run my ass over |
Arms to the sky, 40,000 died, but I survived |
I don’t care what flag that I choose, I don’t care if I win or lose |
I don’t care if you have to die, just fight without a side, never say die! |
Stalingrad 42, became a living tomb |
Yes, human souls |
Profit for the prophet and the creatures who control |
46 I got away, from the horrid thing that I did at Malmedy |
And though I gained strength at the time |
Still they call for vengeance for the hatred of my crime |
Then I tried to drink myself to death |
40 years went by, and drunken I was left |
And drunk I was when they caught me Gagged and bagged was right where they got me Taped to a chair feeling sore |
Knowing all the answers to the question I ignore |
They burned off my face with a propane torch |
Then they blew up my porch |
Then I fought against the USA, trapped in a trench till the bulldozers came |
Changed sides, and flew the bloody warthog |
Highway of death and the day of the dog |
And once again, I died alive, sent home in a box but somehow I survived |
Maybe you’ve got my face, I’m the demon of war |