| I'm the fucking | |
| Whargoul, | |
| I'm the ghost of | |
| Minas Morgul | |
| I destroyed your life, | |
| I raped your wife | |
| I am Whargoul, | |
| I am uncool, | |
| I am Whargoul | |
| I've been many faces, been many names | |
| Known love and hate until they were the same | |
| I bring ruin, | |
| I am Whargoul, am | |
| I human? They think that they know what | |
| I know They think they know what's best | |
| I think that's why they killed me, that's why | |
| I joined the | |
| SS In revenge for | |
| Malmedy, they used a blowtorch on me | |
| Nice try, | |
| Whargoul cannot die | |
| You blow off my arm | |
| I laugh at the pain | |
| And after the battle | |
| I feast on the slain | |
| Seeking my creator, taking from the strong | |
| Yes, you see | |
| I need your strength, so | |
| I can kill the wrong | |
| Seeking my creator, taking from the weak | |
| Yes, you see | |
| I need you, so | |
| I can snuff the meek | |
| Savor the silence - | |
| Whargoul Addicted to violence | |
| They used a bulldozer, to run my ass over | |
| Arms to the sky, 40,000 died, but | |
| I survived | |
| I don't care what flag that | |
| I choose, | |
| I don't care if | |
| I win or lose | |
| I don't care if you have to die, just fight without a side, never say die! | |
| Stalingrad 42, became a living tomb | |
| Yes, human souls | |
| Profit for the prophet and the creatures who control 46 | |
| I got away, from the horrid thing that | |
| I did at Malmedy | |
| And though | |
| I gained strength at the time | |
| Still they call for vengeance for the hatred of my crime | |
| Then I tried to drink myself to death 40 years went by, and drunken | |
| I was left | |
| And drunk | |
| I was when they caught me | |
| Gagged and bagged was right where they got me | |
| Taped to a chair feeling sore | |
| Knowing all the answers to the question | |
| I ignore They burned off my face with a propane torch | |
| Then they blew up my porch | |
| Then I fought against the | |
| USA, trapped in a trench till the bulldozers came | |
| Changed sides, and flew the bloody warthog | |
| Highway of death and the day of the dog | |
| And once again, | |
| I died alive, sent home in a box but somehow | |
| I survived | |
| Maybe you've got my face, | |
| I'm the demon of war |