The legions of Hell lay broken and shorn The brothers of GWAR have slain through the storm The gate it is broken, the Master is slain The Fortress of GWAR
But people that had known you didn't care that you had died Bohab The last issue did real well Because your interview was suicide You followed GWAR to Hell
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
They came from the sun From the east, from the west all around So fate's die is cast They marshaled their forces and found us at last So it's come to