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.