Release the Flies - Gwar

Mount up, rip torn

Launch beast, reborn

Torture, release the flies

Your karma is the stench of a thousand whore’s thighs

My wrath has emerged from it’s bottomless pit

Unto a world drowning in shit and you are it

Torture, release the flies

Your dogma’s the sheen of a dying man’s eyes

A plague to disrupt the intentions of your breeding

The maggot awaits with your corpse I’m feeding