Tor.... Tormentor.... . Born into the fog of war. It left a scar. He watched his family turn to sludge. He was appalled, they often are. . Because. Here are the skulls of the vanquished.
Sun goes down, bodies on the ground. Swollen. with pus, I shall further expound. As the. vultures swirl, the batons twirl. We've come. for your entrails. And now it's time for death..
Scanning the crowd.. Defiling the writhing masses.. I saw your death,. Impaled on iron fences.. Your fate was sealed.. Your doom, to died on TV Because your death,.
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!.
He proudly sports his rare GWAR hoodie. When he puts it on it gives him such a woodie. HA!. . Zit-scarred and unpopular. He's at the show alone. Running his mouth to no one at all.
Here's a little something from a God to a slave. I never should of been let out the fucking microwave. I'm on this planet, I'm running a muck. I should give a shit but I don't give a fuck.
In the keep of GWAR, much torment remains. Despite of the bodies hacked in twain. So many had died in the viscous campaign. That their femurs alone made a fine mountain.
Well, I'm traveling down the road. And I'm carrying that heavy load. I stagger around in a stupor. Sleazy, I cant do the show. . Hanging out backstage.
FOOLS. how dare you try to make a slave of me,. Techno Destructo scumdog of the universe.. It only allowed me to infiltrate your own race.. How easy it was for me to gain control of the.
We're the Morality Squad. Armed with the wrath of God. My name is Granbo. And here's my holy hot-rod. . Freedom to all the people. Brave, true and strong.
Unblinking, unseeing, trapped in your being. The issue of tissue, but that's just not the issue. Strapped up and stinking, what were you thinking?. Led you where?.
Ahhh.... Now that the cosmic control tape is in my grasp, this band will play. Anything I want perfectly the first time through.... And you know While I was sitting on the toilet the other day I wrote.
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.