Scanning the crowd
Defiling the writhing masses
I saw your death,
Impaled on iron fences
Your fate was sealed
Your doom, to died on TV Because your death,
your bloody death will never please me
You don't know what its like, yes you never could possibly understand
I would you would
What it means to stand where I stand;
Atop a heap of heads and hands
Now its time to divide the line, to make up what's left of mind
Now you know, you know its almost time
Your world, your doom, your life, your destiny
To live for GWAR and die, die, die for me
You must not let them stop what you do,
You may be destroyed before I enter you
And you will do as I tell you to
The years without light