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GWAR lyrics

Album: Violence Has Arrived [2001]

Tracks13
 01 Hell Intro
 02  Battle-Lust
 03  Abyss of Woe
 04  Anti-Anti-Christ
 05  The Apes of Wrath
 06  Immortal Corrupter
 07  Beauteous Rot
 08  Licksore
 09  Bloody Mary
 10  Biledriver
 11  The Wheel
 12  The Song of Words
 13  Happy Death-Day
all GWAR lyrics



Battle-Lust
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, mauled and gored

Battle lust takes me
Demon be damned
No way to slake me
Die by my hand
DIE

Sternum's are cloven and skulls they are split
They then are heaped up in piles
Monarch of murder, the crown seems to fit
Suffering brings only smiles...

Battle lust takes me
Demon be damned
No way to slake me
Die by my hand
DIE

Whirling and hacking I'm bathing my blade
Mutated myrmidon of rage
The howling vortex of the hatred I've made
The enemy is still miles away
Addicted to war lust I can't be controlled
The burning blood soon chokes the pyre
Slaughter with frenzy - must eat their souls
Don't even pause to perspire (well, maybe just a little bit)

Let slip the dogs of war!

The foe was fanatic, the battle well fought
I split another rib cage, the blood is black and hot
Volleys rain, bodies drop
Lungs collapse, sinews pop

Is good ya!

Battle lust takes me
Thrive on your pain
Abattoirs churning
Die in my name
DIE

My friend the buzzard he follows my toils
My friend the rat grows fat from my spoils
My friend the maggot he spawns in your brain
My friend or enemy, all shall die in pain

LUST!back to top
Abyss of Woe
After the carnage steam rises through snow
You have been consigned to the Abyss of Woe
My eldritch war-suit is pasted with brains
This empty feeling - all that remains

RED WITH RAGE
I abide in the pit of woe
Crucified in the Abyss of Woe
And for my crime, this is my time
My unholy...crime

The cycle of torment the pleasure of 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 WITH RAGE
I abide in the pit of woe
Crucified in the Abyss of Woe
And for my crime, this is my time
My unholy crime

The trail of our campaign attracted great scorn
But we ventured onward through the Tundra of Tor
Soon I had attracted a posse of trolls
Who'd grown fat and sloppy from the roasting of souls...

But we were surrounded at the Valley of Krin
And it was a battle we never could win
But still I hacked madly with my back to a wall
Heeding the horn of my funeral call

The mutilated millions I was born to appall
Heads leap from shoulders as they flock the mall
The Butcher of Bertok, Infernal Throne
Laid waste to usurpers 'till I stood all alone

Ripped out guts
Gouged out eyes
If you kill them
They will die

RED WITH RAGEback to top
Anti-Anti-Christ
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 Oberammergau
The hell-mouth
And I command this maw

To split
And Moloch spit

This cumbersome concept that men call the beast
I desire its head on my wall
My brothers require a feast
Oberammergau

Black Pope now!
The Anti-Christ
Spawn of Satan, the Anti-Christ
Or maybe it's nothing at all
Lost prophecy of the peasant whore

So much lost
So much forgotten
So what...

I choose to be a blasphemer
To bring your kind to heel
Bring forth the beast and cleave him with my steel
Your gilded domes mask perversions
Your mildewed tomes beg for inversion
Black Pope, the hell-mouth spoke
To me it's all the same
Religion is for the weak
A haven for the lame

I WILL CRUSH YOUR ANTI-CHRIST
KILL HIM AND HIS KIND
CRUCIFY THE CRIPPLED
THE DEVIL IS A LIE

Awake, awake, deep Thanetos!
The sea becomes the sky
Dividing with the Sword of Khoz
To purge the Oberammergau

Chronicles defame me
Chemicals inflame me
I was born to rule your world
And none shall ever tame meback to top
The Apes of Wrath
The Apes of Wrath!
The Apes of Wrath!
The Apes of Wrath!

Flecked with gore I face you
My hide is writhing with worms
I come from the place where the Flesh Sculptors pile
Wretched creations born of blood and bile

The creatures that lived here
And now held in our thrall
The mayor and his cronies
Have been nailed to the wall
This pattern of violence
It hinges on fate
The seal of your coffin
You found out to late

The Apes of Wrath!
The Apes of Wrath!
The Apes of Wrath!

I am the ruler
The mutilator of dreams
All life falls apart at the seams

The creatures that lived here
And now held in our thrall
The mayor and his cronies
Have been nailed to the wall
This pattern of violence
Hinges on fate
The seal of your coffin, you
Found out to late

The Apes of Wrath!
The Apes of Wrath!
The Apes of Wrath!

Prepare yourselves for violence
A spinning, flailing mass
Tips are jocked, jaws are clocked, we sit back and laugh
Spitting bloody chicklets, veins are bulging from their throat
The blood fills a moat
You must fight with boats
Trying to express your rage
You must use your fists
Personality dissolves in a
In a red and raging mist

The Apes of Wrath! The Apes of Wrath!
The Apes of Wrath! The Apes of Wrath!
The Apes of Wrath! The Apes of Wrath!
The Apes of Wrath! The Apes of Wrath!

I am the ruler
Mutilator of dreams
Truth be told, I enjoy the role
Illicitor of screamsback to top
Immortal Corrupter
Gwar - Immortal Corruptor




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 its almost funny
Bodies raped and flayed
The sea is red with blood the sky is sunny

Immortal!
Corrupter!
Your entrails are displayed
Upon a rack we break the bones within you
Your fighters are dismayed and wonder if it is wise to continue
To resist my will
The babies that I bake fill a volcano
Im clogging up the kill
My wretched baby paste requires Drano
Im out of my mind
Immortal Corrupter
Malignance defined
Chew the womb, seal the tomb, leave the dead behind
Immortal Corrupter
Dagger of the mind
The betrayer is enraged
His mask is gone his crimson hauberk cloven
His brains they are arrayed
Amongst the ruin of the lies hed spoken
Immortal!
Corrupter!
And if I was a sperm
Id consecrate my germ and then continue
And if I was a worm
Id find a way that I could crawl up in you
Crawl up in you!
And if I was a sperm
Immortal!
And if I was a worm
Corrupter!
If I was a sperm, if I was a germ
Im out of my mind
Immortal Corrupter
Malignance defined
Immortal Corrupter
Dagger of the mind
This is not finished yet. There's still things that need to be fixed.back to top
Beauteous Rot
Beauteous 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, bubonic, pimpled and shaved
The live to gobble the puss form my warts
I live to spread my disease at each port
Distribute knob-cheese like some soup della-mort

Rot!

You are born in the most disgusting of ways
Some become cripples, some become gay
Others spend their money trying to become that way
You think you are beautiful but what the hell is that
I find beauty in rolls of sweaty fat
It's not your complexion
That gives me an erection
OH NO

Your beauty makes me sick
I'd rather fuck a troll
Kick you in the head
Vomit in the hole

Face turns to snot
You used to be hot
Beauty is Rot
You spend hours smearing cream on your face
What you need is to be hit with a mace
Tied to a horse and get dragged through the streets
Hung by the heels and pelted with belts

But still you are smearing cream on your face
What you need is to be reduced to paste
Wander the countryside blind in one eye
Sucking the dicks of dead dogs to survive

Who decides what is beautiful?
Nobody but you
I find fascination as your guts are turned to stew

Forever titillating
A pile of rotting feet
All you are is brains and bones
A sack of rancid meat

Yeah yeah yeahback to top
Licksore
Lonely and crippled she lives all alone
Stares out the window, no one on the telephone
Her only friend - a little Kitty Kat
She feeds it a lot
Kitty pretty fat

LICKSORE, SOMETHING TO ABHOR
KITTY KAT DON'T WANT NO RAT
MOMMY'S ON THE FLOOR
LICKSORE, GETTING TO THE CORE
KITTY KAT IS GETTING FAT
TONGUE BECOMES A BORE

Mommy's got a problem, seems that Mommy's dead
Kitty's got no food lick a hole in Mommy's head
Kitty loves her Mommy, Kitty loves the taste
Kitty loves Mommy, Kitty loves Salami

The hold is getting bigger
Head fits inside
Sucking at the nostrils
Feasting on the eyes
Kitty pretty hungry Kitty must sup
Kitty pretty lonely, Mommy won't get up
Mommy won't get up

The landlord comes by the tenants are mad
They want to 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 BLOODY POTHOLE
LICKY LAP AT BRAIN FILLED BOWL
LICKSORE SOMETHING TO ABHOR
MOMMY WON'T GET UPback to top
Bloody Mary
Ice world, eternal night, doors are chained and barred
Toiling slaved die in droves, this life is hard
There's a Balrog in the woodpile, in the corner, dead canary
Going down to the dungeon to see my Bloody Mary

Bloody Mary
Pretty scary
She knows what to do with the bone I gotta bury!
Bloody Mary
She's from the surface world!
Bloody Mary
Slutty? Very...
She used to shave her pussy now it's getting pretty hairy
Bloody Mary
She's an American girl!

Torches, chains, sweaty straining flesh
The womb explodes in a meat-maggot mesh
The mutant we made was really beautiful baby...
We fingered and felched it, then sprayed it with rabies...

Bloody Mary
Pretty scary
She knows what to do with the bone I gotta bury!
Bloody Mary
She's from the surface world!
Bloody Mary
Slutty? Very...
I treat my girlfriends even better than Chuck Berry
Bloody Mary
She's an American girl!

Oh bloody, bloody Mary
Your lips are turgid, your ass is cherry
I'll never... never let you die...

The women bleeds but does not die...

When you are immortal the space of many years
Seems just as little as the weight of the tears
That she cried as she waited as the worms they ate her brain
I had her animated but you know it's not the same

Bloody Mary
Pretty scary
Bloody Mary
She's from the surface world!
Bloody Mary
Slutty? Very...
She knows what to do with the bone I gotta bury
Bloody Mary
She's an American girl!
In an Antarctican's world...
And there's nothing but death there for you...back to top
Biledriver
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 scythe above the herd
I want to murder everyone in the entire world

Death feeds the cycle, driven by your hate
Can't you see there is nothing left to create?
All is for me to destroy
And emptiness employ

I want to murder everyone in the entire world
Every man and women, every boy and every girl
Swallow up the air and earth, mutilate the worms
Kill the messenger who begs us to consider terms

But hatred is a feeling that's mutated with time
Into something much more sublime
To kill without passion - a new ability
I slay with a new efficiency
This effect is most pleasing
As I slaughter millions for no reason
A vision...of universal death...

No
No
Order
Reason
Triumph
Truth
So
Horny
Fetid
Violent
Uncouth

The young are simply too dumb to live
The old are weak and unclean
The ones in the middle, they also must die
Their ways are obtuse and obscene

Biledriver!
Bring forth the Biledriver!

All is for me to destroy
And nothingness enjoy

I want to murder everyone in the entire worldback to top
The Wheel
Bring forth those we have granted life
So that they...
Must die

Death!
Death to life!

Break him - break him on the wheel

Death!
Death to life!

Worlds I have destroyed
Gods I have annoyed
Hatred makes me happy
I'm often overjoyed

Death!
Death to life!

Planets enslaved
Popes to find their graves
Your proudest works I grind to dust
Your ass a ham to shave

Broken on the wheel
Fucked up way to die
Even worse than crucifixion
Bloated buzzards flock and fly
Broken on the wheel
This one here will do
Smash your joints with steel shod rims
Winding you into...
The Wheel
Such a marvelous invention

Broken on the wheel
Fucked up way to die
Even worse than crucifixion
Bloated buzzards flock and fly
Broken on the wheel
This one here will do
Smash you with rims
Wind you into...

Death!
Death to life!

Planting a forest
Not growing trees
Wheel-broken corpses
Souls scatter likes leaves

Broken on the wheel
Fucked up way to die
Even worse than crucifixion
Bloated buzzards flock and fly
Broken on the wheel
This one here will do
Smash your joints with steel shod rims
Winding you into

The Wheel!

Death to life!back to top
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 plainback to top
Happy Death-Day
Happy anniversary, schools are short of funds
This is what I say, give the kids more guns
All of the classes are on how to kill
If you don't teach 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 turned!

Happy Death-Day to you!
Happy Death-Day to you!

Barricades are growing in the halls
Bullet holes are stitching in the walls
The students are well-armed but so are the pigs
This thing is gonna be big

We must now attack the very children that we taught
That they must never fight the fucked up wars that we had fought
Someone detonates a bomb, they said that it was huge
Bull dozed all the evidence and blamed it on some stooge

Happy Death-Day to Columbine...
Let's make the world an Oklahoma City, fine
Wacky-Waco Happy Death Day, babies that were burned
Hey look! The Wheel has turned!

There's only one way to save you
Rape and maim and enslave you
Finish what we started
I guess you could say that God fartedback to top
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