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