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 to 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 fourty dancing bears he did provide
Then, first in prowless, he stood his lord beside
Beefcake the Mighty, his ass was wide
Brought eighty 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, four-hundred mule-loads high
Flattus Maximus, this he did supply
And now the mighty brothers of GWAR did bind
They will to journy 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 wound 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, usuper, 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 beneath, through the valleys they raced
Chariots they rode, and their skulls were iron-plated
Belching fire, freshly painted
Eight-thousand 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 GWAR invaded,
Began the violation
The War Barges, forecastle 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 ten 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 the chest, into spine,
And the good captain's blood flowed like wine
Flattus said "So ends a coward's 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 expload, entrails twirl
Breaking open brain-pans as well
Oderus smites the Black Pope, exposing the 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