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GWAR LYRICS
"Violence Has Arrived" (2001)
1. Hell Intro
2. Battle Lust
3. Abyss of Woe
4. The Apes of Wrath
5. Immortal Corruptor
6. The Anti-Anti Christ
7. Licksore
8. Beauteous Rot
9. Bloody Mary
10. Bile Driver
11. The Wheel
12. The Song of Words
13. Happy Death Day
1. Hell Intro
2. 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!
3. 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 RAGE
4. 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 screams
5. 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 it’s 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
I’m clogging up the kill
My wretched baby paste requires Drano
I’m 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 he’d spoken
Immortal!
Corrupter!
And if I was a sperm
I’d consecrate my germ and then continue
And if I was a worm
I’d 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…
I’m out of my mind
Immortal Corrupter
Malignance defined
Immortal Corrupter
Dagger of the mind
6. The 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 me
7. 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 UP
8. Beauteous Rot
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, 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 yeah
9. 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…
10. Bile Driver
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 world
11. 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!
12. 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 plain
13. 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 farted
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