The Song of Words GWAR

In the keep of GWAR, much torment remained
Despite all the bodies hacked in twain
So many had died in the vicious 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 forty dancing bears, he did provide
First in prowess, he stood his lord beside
Beefcake The Mighty, his ass was wide
Brought eighty laden oxen, he was a good ally
Jizmak Da Gusha, his legion was described
For many hours, he barked at the tribe
But then, timely, the catering arrived
Booze, drugs, food, four hundred mule-loads high
Flattus Maximus, this he did supply
And now the mighty brothers of GWAR did band

Their will, to journey and slay without plan
Bring siege 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!