THE SCOURGE OF SIR GARTHUS
THE SCOURGE OF SIR GARTHUS
DEATH/BLACK/SODOM/EVIL/BRUTAL METAL
CORPSE CORPS IS THE METALEST BAND ON EARTH. MORE METAL THAN STEEL. MORE METAL THAN AIRCRAFT-GRADE TITANIUM. WE TAKE NO PRISONERS AND OFFER NO DISCOUNTS.
Story behind the song
ONE TIME WE GOT OUR BODIES STUCK IN A TREE SHREDDER, AND THIS WICKED SONG WAS BOURNE FROM THE REMNANTS OF OUR EX-DRUMMER'S SPLEEN.
Lyrics
SIR GARTHUS RIDES IN THE DEAD OF NIIIIIGHT!!!
GALLOPING TOWARDS YOUR IMPENDING PLIIIIGHT!!!
SEE HIS BLADE SHINE THROUGH THE SKKKYYYYYYY!!
NO TIME FOR PRAYERS, IT'S TIME TO DIIIIIEEEEE!!
BROADSWORD, BROADSWORD, BROADSWORD, THRUST!!!
BROADSWORD, BROADSWORD, BROADSWORD, THRUST!!!
BROADSWORD, BROADSWORD, BROADSWORD, THRUST!!!
BROADSWORD, BROADSWORD, BROADSWORD, THRUST!!!
SIR GARTHUS SWINGS WITH MALICIOUS ZEST!!!!
SIR GARTHUS LOPS YOUR NECK RIGHT OFF YOUR CHEST!!!!
CLAIMING HIS PRIZE, HE RIDES TOWARDS THE SEA!!!!!
INSURING MANKIND'S MISERY!!!!!
BROADSWORD, BROADSWORD, BROADSWORD, THRUST!!!
BROADSWORD, BROADSWORD, BROADSWORD, THRUST!!!
BROADSWORD, BROADSWORD, BROADSWORD, THRUST!!!
BROADSWORD, BROADSWORD, BROADSWORD, THRUST!!!
