Tekster: Gwar. Lust in Space. Let Us Slay.

Don't give them a sword and then not let them use it
Or send them to war and then make them lose it
This is a bomb, don't want to defuse it
Death is the answer, go forth and choose it

Let us slay
Let them slay, let them slay
Let them slay, let them slay
Let them slay, let them slay
The lust for blood won't go away

Let us slay
Let them slay, let them slay
Let them slay, let them slay
Let them slay, let them slay

It is the era of calamity
And I see this with perfect clarity
And there never was an illusion of parity
I've got no time for your crippled Christ

We have no need for your crippled Christ
And we never lacked for your advice
We don't have to hide our genocide
They'll fear us more when they know the we don't lie

It's gone beyond hatred this time
You love death, yet call it a crime
I twist the dagger that's deep in your guts
I'll put an end to it this time

On your knees, pray
It is your destiny
On your feet, slay
Obedience through slavery

Don't give them a sword and then not let them use it
Or send them to war and then make them lose it
This is a bomb, don't want to defuse it
Death is the answer, death is the answer

Total control
We own your soul

No time for life, time for the knife
Time for the sword, fetus is cored
Total mutation, necro-mutilation
The perfect life form, born for porn

Let us slay
Let them slay, let them slay
Let them slay, let them slay
Let them slay, let them slay
The lust for blood won't go away

Let us slay
Let them slay, let them slay
Let them slay, let them slay
Let them slay, let them slay

We've got no time for your crippled Christ
And we never lacked for your advice
Lie after lie, lie, lie
I do believe its almost time

The crippled Christ, the crippled Christ
The crippled Christ, the crippled Christ
The crippled Christ, the crippled Christ
I do believe it's almost time

You're always calling for the sacrifice
And the body count is very nice
Lie after lie, lie, lie, lie
I do believe it's time do die

Let us slay