Zombies, March - Gwar

Welcome once gain

To the Bloody Pit, my friends

We’re so glad you could attend

Come and die… come and die…

Yes, the Bloody Pit of Horror, here…

As sick as is Gomorrah queer

It’s purpled purpose crinkly clear-here!

I-I

I-I

I-I-I lead the Zombie Army

They-they-they are my sweetest slaves

These creatures

Well they shall never harm me

I saved them, from far beyond the grave

Lid on coffin cold

Return was foretold

Barrel, box, or bloody sack

Planted deep they still come back

Beyond the world of life

Beneath the scroll of time

The zombies rise and curse the light

They curse the living and they bite

You find it alarming, I find it quite charming

They way the dead they explode from the ground

I found it amazing the dead we were raising

And the stinking pile of bodies formed a molten-nipple mound

I-I

Your life is lost yet un-death found

The Bloody Pit of Horror has a bloody tale to tell

The bloody Pit of Holy Shit, oh Mother-fucking What the hell…

The Bloody Pit of Horror!

I-I — I lead the Zombie Army x3

I-I — They are my sweetest slaves

The Zombie King he walks alone

The Zombie King he has no throne

Just a never ending hunger

And a hole that can’t be filled

By the centuries of victims from the living he has killed

Who have all passed beneath the Earth

To transform into living dead and swell his martial ranks

Who ever thought you could teach them to drive tanks?

Drive tanks through banks

Zombies, March!

The Zombie King, he calls his troops, Der Krieg is coming soon

The filthy fiend stand wall-to-wall, and this is a big room!

The creatures of the underworld ar an imposing bunch

But zombies are my sweetest slaves, as long as they get lunch

Vampires, they fucking suck, you know, because they’re gay

Biker Werewolves, what a joke, they’ve sure seen better days…

Zombie King don’t give a damn 'cause he already rules

Even though his followers are nincompoops and boobs

Zombies, March!