The Uberklaw by Gwar
Debaser of ancient debacles
Shattered worlds, twisted fables
Dark soothsayer of worlds unclean
Black blood boils as I vent my spleen
Obliteration
My destiny
A worm-gnawed skull
Stares back at me
The death it shall give you
Your means to be free
Sweet non-existence
Ends a life of slavery
When all things have happened what can there be left?
Why do we struggle, why do we fear death?
Why can't the darkness be part of the light?
Who's got the strength left to fight? x2
Life's many pleasures are soon sure to bore
Whether you build bombs or live as a whore
Hated of one's self is always the forge
Bloated protrusions of gurgling gorge
Life is your penance and your the reward
Life is your penance and your the reward
When all things have happened what can there be left?
Why do we struggle, why do we fear death?
Why can't the darkness be part of the light?
Who's got the strength left to fight? x2
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