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