Besedila: Gwar. Hell-O. Pure As The Arctic Snow.

Long ago- we lay frozen deep in snow
It was nice- suspended in the endless ice
Time flew by- worlds did weep and kingdoms died
Still we slept- knowing that destiny crept

The planets aligned
No longer, no longer confined
The humans so blind
Your race is of a futile kind

As pure as the arctic snow! Woah!!

And now we stand
Helm on head and sword in hand
Our righteous wrath
Cleave through your ranks a bloody path
Your system- sucks!!
Your cities stink, your world is fucked
So come to us
Or you'll drown in a sea of pus!!
Drown in pus!!!