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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 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 Then, 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 band They will to journey and slay without plan Bring sledge 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 of Black Pope unabated The people at home, got a version G-rated Here the gwar invaded Began the violation The War Barges, forecastles 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 10 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 chest, into spine And the good captains blood flowed like wine Flattus said, "So ends a cowards 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 explode, entrails twirl Breaking open brain-pans as well Red blood flowing as souls speed to hell Oderus smites the Black Pope, exposing his 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
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