Viking Death Machine - Gwar

Flag is down

Engines roar

Bow before

The viking horde

Pleas for mercy

Fall on deaf ears

Your words don’t matter

Words don’t matter here

I’m on fire

I run unclean

Do you desire

My Death Machine

Around the first turn

Bodies fly

Spectators plowed

The pit crew dies

Hot rod chariot

Spitting out poison fumes

It runs on mustard gas

Hot dog of doom

I’m on fire

So obscene

Death you desire

This Death Machine

Squealing tires

Backstretch queen

In my Viking

Death Machine

And when the green flag drops

The bullshit stops

I take the inside

Won’t pass this ride

I race the sun

Across the sky

Baldr and Loki

Are by my side

My checkered past

Catching up fast

War flags flap

I’ll take my victory lap

Ragnarök

Leather and chains

The wolves will catch me one day

But not today

There’s a troll in a drop-head, supercharged Javelin

He don’t give a damn 'bout the speed we’re travelin'

He’s closing the gap on my hot rod chariot

But I swear I’ll take the cup in the NASCAR of the Gods!

Oi!

Oi!

Oi!

Oi!

Oi!

Oi!

Oi!

Oi!

Oi!

Oi!

Oi!

Oi!

Oi!

Oi!

Oi!

Oi!

I’m a viking god

Do you understand?

If you want to fuck me

Let me see a show of hands!

I’m on fire

I run unclean

In my Viking

Death Machine

I’m on fire

So obscene

In my Viking

Death Machine