In the keep of GWAR, much torment remains

Despite all of the bodies hacked in twain

So many had died in the viscous campaign

That their femurs alone made a fine mountain



The Master was no longer GWARs 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

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 bind



They willed to journey and slay without plan

Bring seige 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 o