Besedila: Gwar. Violence Has Arrived. Battle Lust.

I gaze through the mist at the approaching host
My hand finds the hilt of my sword
Soon they are sundered, their bodies we roast
Their leader is hacked, mauled and gored

Battle lust takes me
Demon be damned
No way to slake me
Die by my hand, die

Sternums are cloven and skulls, they are split
Then they are heaped up in piles
Monarch of murder, crown seems to fit
Suffering brings only smiles

Battle lust takes me
Demon be damned
No way to slake me
Die by my hand, die

Whirling and hacking, I'm bathing my blade
Mutated myrmidon of rage
The howling vortex of the hatred I've made
The enemy is still miles away

Addicted to war lust, I can't be controlled
The burning blood soon chokes the pyre
Slaughter with frenzy, must eat their souls
Don't even pause to perspire
Well, maybe just a little bit

Let slip the dogs of war

The foe was fanatic, the battle well fought
I split another rib cage, the blood is black and hot
Volleys rain, bodies drop
Lungs collapse, sinews pop, is good ya

Battle lust takes me
Thrive on your pain
Abattoirs churning
Die in my name, die

My friend the buzzard, he follows my toils
My friend the rat, he grows fat from my spoils
My friend the maggot, he spawns in your brain
My friend or enemy, all shall die in pain
All shall die in pain, lust