Gwar

Storm-storm is coming
Storm-storm is coming
The death camps are growing like mushrooms through dew
But this time the murdered are not only Jews
We kill every species, not just one or two
You'll go in the pit and then you'll be reborn
You won't feel the cold and you'll never get warm
And then you will take your place in the storm
Because storm, storm is coming
Storm-storm is coming
You may wonder why I create these creatures
Big on stench but short on redeeming features
I'll tell you if you meet me under the bleachers
Syn he is broken, The Master is vanquished
We've got a Skumship, no need to be banished
The comsos a buffet, and I'm fucking famished
I need an army – to lead into battle
And rape the elderly – drive them like cattle!
We're killing you – to come along
Our undead host – is now six billion strong
Because storm-storm is coming
Storm-storm is coming
Storm-storm is coming
Storm-storm is coming
There's a storm coming... and you're gonna fucking die!