Gwar

Sun goes down, bodies on the ground
Swollen with pus, I shall further expound
As the vultures swirl, the batons twirl
We've come for your entrails
And now it's time for death
And now it's time
Death's mime is rhymed
Sun comes up, bloody pulp
People of your planet all writhe in muck
Life's a piece of shit, you are living it
You deserve no rest in death
And now it's time for death
And now it's time
Death's mime is rhymed