| Song | Horror of Yig |
| Artist | GWAR |
| Album | Live from Mt. Fuji |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Gwar | |
| "Horror is a face, and you must make a friend of horror horror and moral terror are your friends and they are not. that they are your enimies the horror" [from "Apocalypse Now"] | |
| I saw Yig. | |
| Yig saw me. | |
| We're together in dark concavity. | |
| I saw Yig. | |
| He's so big. | |
| He smokes cigs. | |
| Eats just like a pig. | |
| Ooooohhhhhh! | |
| I saw Yig. | |
| I saw Yig. | |
| I saw, I saw | |
| Yig! Yig now is shifting his gibbering mass. | |
| He hides boils with maggots. | |
| The pus-sac extrudes. | |
| The horror that is | |
| Yig... When he rapes your mind, your mind will snap like a twig. | |
| Shaping and raping, his conscience is clear. | |
| Infest - black death. | |
| Spreads hate and foul cheer. | |
| The horror, | |
| The HORROR! | |
| Where Yig doth tread no man tread tomorrow. | |
| Reeking death harvest of humans in hatred. | |
| Suck on the shitbag of what you created, | |
| What we created. | |
| Yig now in coming, | |
| Yig now is here. | |
| Yig now he makes things impossibly queer. | |
| Piles of maggots | |
| Clouds of flies | |
| Putrid breath | |
| And bulging eyes. | |
| Yig comes and you die, you all die. |
| zuo ci : Gwar | |
| " Horror is a face, and you must make a friend of horror horror and moral terror are your friends and they are not. that they are your enimies the horror" from " Apocalypse Now" | |
| I saw Yig. | |
| Yig saw me. | |
| We' re together in dark concavity. | |
| I saw Yig. | |
| He' s so big. | |
| He smokes cigs. | |
| Eats just like a pig. | |
| Ooooohhhhhh! | |
| I saw Yig. | |
| I saw Yig. | |
| I saw, I saw | |
| Yig! Yig now is shifting his gibbering mass. | |
| He hides boils with maggots. | |
| The pussac extrudes. | |
| The horror that is | |
| Yig... When he rapes your mind, your mind will snap like a twig. | |
| Shaping and raping, his conscience is clear. | |
| Infest black death. | |
| Spreads hate and foul cheer. | |
| The horror, | |
| The HORROR! | |
| Where Yig doth tread no man tread tomorrow. | |
| Reeking death harvest of humans in hatred. | |
| Suck on the shitbag of what you created, | |
| What we created. | |
| Yig now in coming, | |
| Yig now is here. | |
| Yig now he makes things impossibly queer. | |
| Piles of maggots | |
| Clouds of flies | |
| Putrid breath | |
| And bulging eyes. | |
| Yig comes and you die, you all die. |
| zuò cí : Gwar | |
| " Horror is a face, and you must make a friend of horror horror and moral terror are your friends and they are not. that they are your enimies the horror" from " Apocalypse Now" | |
| I saw Yig. | |
| Yig saw me. | |
| We' re together in dark concavity. | |
| I saw Yig. | |
| He' s so big. | |
| He smokes cigs. | |
| Eats just like a pig. | |
| Ooooohhhhhh! | |
| I saw Yig. | |
| I saw Yig. | |
| I saw, I saw | |
| Yig! Yig now is shifting his gibbering mass. | |
| He hides boils with maggots. | |
| The pussac extrudes. | |
| The horror that is | |
| Yig... When he rapes your mind, your mind will snap like a twig. | |
| Shaping and raping, his conscience is clear. | |
| Infest black death. | |
| Spreads hate and foul cheer. | |
| The horror, | |
| The HORROR! | |
| Where Yig doth tread no man tread tomorrow. | |
| Reeking death harvest of humans in hatred. | |
| Suck on the shitbag of what you created, | |
| What we created. | |
| Yig now in coming, | |
| Yig now is here. | |
| Yig now he makes things impossibly queer. | |
| Piles of maggots | |
| Clouds of flies | |
| Putrid breath | |
| And bulging eyes. | |
| Yig comes and you die, you all die. |