War On Gwar کے بول

Father of war What troubles my sight? Arrayed against us The armies unite The children of earth They are deceived The gods will be hanged And swing from the trees We must rise! Gwar must die! The ice is on fire Antarctica burns Their leaders are liars The war machine turns The fortress it crumbles Antarctica melts The warrior stumbles Death shall be dealt A blood mist rises o'er the frozen horizon Will mortals spill the blood of gods? The glaciers echo with the screams of the dying So it begins, the war on gwar! Man will fall! Kill them all! Whet your knives! Take their lives! We have learned the minds of men A darkness falls over the frozen horizon They have spilled the blood of gods The earth is haunted by the screams of the dying And so ends the war The war on gwar!