Gwar lyrics
Gwar lyrics
"Abyss Of Woe lyrics"
Time & Place lyrics
Yeahhh Here I am sittin' in this fly ass hotel over Miami Just watching the birds fly over the ocean I guess I'm kinda trippin' Cuz I'm kinda high A
Yeahhh Here I am sittin' in this fly ass hotel over Miami Just watching the birds fly over the ocean I guess I'm kinda trippin' Cuz I'm kinda high A
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 cyc
Waking The Witch lyrics
"You won't burn You won't bleed Confess to me - Go Down" "Poor little thing The blackbird, Wings in the water - go down". "What is it, child?"
le of torment the pleasure of sin"You won't burn You won't bleed Confess to me - Go Down" "Poor little thing The blackbird, Wings in the water - go down". "What is it, child?"
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 trai
No One Gets Away lyrics
Wake up to the darkness of another day you're determined: today you'll get away but all too soon you find that your day is set and you haven't figured how to get
of our campaign attracted great scornWake up to the darkness of another day you're determined: today you'll get away but all too soon you find that your day is set and you haven't figured how to get
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
Treacherous Gods lyrics
The Land Is Silent... Before The Storm !On the vast fields of snow, the wind is blowing strongWith its frozen cold and relentless touchit leaves a dead a
Heeding the horn of my funeral callThe Land Is Silent... Before The Storm !On the vast fields of snow, the wind is blowing strongWith its frozen cold and relentless touchit leaves a dead a
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