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GUAR Written by Cow Erotica -Verse Set 1 Our killer bass takes us far The color of our shirts of course is noir Our music is the king of you ameteurs -Chorus 1: WE ARE GUAR WE ARE GUAR Our music like a fight at your local bar Our favorite kinda bomb is under your car Our dog will kill you as it goes roa-r -Chorus 1 Blood will spurt from my guitar Our favorite brood is appropriatly named Garm Our music to human ears causes much harm -Chorus 1 Our music started at the farm Our music torn shall leavest thou tarned We are unholy with Wica we charm Letras de canciones -Chorus 1 Lodoss War had a guy named Parn I was born in a stable and a barn With Satan's help you are darned -Chorus 1 Our Brood exists under lord Guarm Our sons of Satan exist as a swarm Emporess Queen Dominatrix Marm rules my life with foursome charm -Chorus 1 We started listening to Pantera, Slayer, Sabbath and Korn Nothing compares to solo Osbourne In Spawning grounds of hell were reborn (wanking a lot to your favorite porn?) -Chorus 1 My ancient broadsword and razor polearm Shall bring death to ye and much harm Guar ownz joo to enslace your poor farm -Verse Set 2 Guar has become the Satanic kings of death while our veins fill with bile as we sacrifice a child as your blood boils my ventricles raise my level of destruction to unbound levels of extreme carnage Where the grim Reaper teaches the youths of the death army has grown to great extents from the late to the great in unspoken manners n the past ten years under our overmind Crown'ed king Lucifer the conversion of the youth to the broodlings of the properly titled "The Children of the Lesser Brood." will be ready to enslave the warm blooded in order for apocolyptic annihalation and genocide to the lessers, this misson sent by the deity Gendei acht Von Muncheyse Lao Lahden, Hucen, must be completed in the eternal liverance so crown'ed king lucifer may enter through the eternis gap from the netherworld across thebarge of hate over the river styx created by the manifestations of theancient high elders unspoken ofs... When crown'ed king lucifer returns to his rightful thrown of the once known Urth will once again spew the essence of death into the atmosphere unknown to the lessers the deathosphere will arise and swams of destruction will pollute the lessers where unto only the worthy shall be spared Let it beknownst when the deity and Lord come and the era EC is born, in the year 6 on the 6th day of the 6th month chaos will be manifested into thou. -Verse 2 Breathing amongst you the flame will engulf you Go about your everyday life go do what'cha do In the fray from hehind you hear boo Welcome to the orld anew The Demons ran and the Banshees flew But all along inside it grew Your pretty lips have now turned blue ME AND GUAR ALL OWNZOR JOO! All along whilst i sung this song You were pregnant with my son The devil icarnate wont wait long his first meal a sacrificed fawn oh oh honey dont worry about the lawn hells creep finds it suiting it finds nothing wrong The maggots soon will naw gaping open the razor maw Hell is here oh hell Hell is here (Demonic noises) -Verse 3 I your son am the crowned king lucifer and, I will poison allyour aquafir forget about frankencense gld and mir keep your charities and give me birth my bodys wide and shall grant you girth I givesth the monsters of the underworld the milk i drink has been curdled let my death unfurrow -Verse 4 A new day is tomorrow its only a day away until you enter th efray try and keep at bay just stay away apocolypse today haha yur hair is grat your age is older as it increases life cuts short when your life decreases Beseeches Beseeches Beseeches! oh god no not the leeches death has reached us death has reached us death has reached us (Chaotic Screams) (silence) Esaelp tnod raef us Please dont fear us -Verse 5 Have a beer death is here end is near filled with cheer? wipe tha tear we musnt show pain lie in the rain it wont refrain no never again tomorrow ill feel deaths chains the death's bane will never cease to amaze you inside it grew inside it grew inside it grew inside it grew inside it grew DEATH BECOMES YOU -LAST Verse The longest song not meant for your bong none has gone wrong (dont wear your panties or thongs?) Imagine a creature so ugly your butt dies looking at it imagine so much death whispers of demons underneath your breath lurkers underneath nipping at your bud cant bear the heat i can no longer be neat no talents From Letras Mania