I gaze through the mist at the approaching host My hand finds the hilt of my sword Soon they are sundered, their bodies we roast Their leader is hacked
Beauty is rot! Legions of sex slaves have flocked in my calls You are the most grotesque of them all Warts and protrusions the beg for the grave Ironic
sin Licking the lap where my load must begin I rode a tide of vengeance that could never be denied Hail the crimson blur, violence has arrived (Red
All creatures born are born to die but before they survive Some creatures born they never live but still they are alive Upon a bony steed I sway, my scythe
I've read all of these words That are lies about you Waited for worlds to die without you And I will wait no more Heaping virgins around me I summon
Ice world, eternal night Doors are chained and barred Toiling slaves die in droves This life is hard There's a Balrog in the woodpile In the corner,
them then someone else will Happy death-day to Columbine Let's make the world an Oklahoma City, fine Wacky Waco, happy death-day, babies that were burned The wheel has
At my signal Unleash hell
Centuries of carnage Centuries of chaos yet unfolding A planet built on bone Spinning in a space unmolded Armies are arrayed Like toys on tabletops it
know why the smell is so bad He beholds in horror, the ever-widening gash But before he calls the cops he looks around for cash Licksore has become
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
Bring forth those that we have granted life So that they may die Death! Death to life! Break him, break him on the wheel Death! Death to life! Worlds
violence, it hinges on fate The seal of your coffin, you found out too late The Apes of Wrath The Apes of Wrath The Apes of Wrath Prepare yourselves for violence
I?ve read these words that are lies about you I?ve waited for worlds to die without you And I will wait no more Heaping virgins around me I summon the
sin Licking the lap where my load must begin I rode a tide of vengeance that could never be denied Hail the crimson blur ? violence has arrived! RED
Beauty is Rot! Legions of sex slaves have flocked in my calls You are the most grotesque of them all Warts and protrusions the beg for the grave Ironic
All creatures born are born to die but before then survive Some creatures born they never live but still they are alive Upon a bony steed I sway, my
