This is the true story
of a boozy foggy reign of winter
Howling for the alchool (in our) blood
and for the beer (that) has still to come
we can't stand without support
we vomit on our mates food
do you remember who are you?
i bet i can drink twice of you
In this smashing
ancient tavern
drinking tankards
killing madness
RIT.:
Once inside, no more lights
can't escape from the wine
beer and food in quantity
will bring your mind to insanity
Once again after hundreds years
a new soul has come here
take a seat you are already fallen
and enjoy this winter fog
if you are asking why you are here
remember battle corpse and sin
christians bodies on the field
swords and arrows set you free
RIT
being here means that u must be
the most valorous warrior from (the) sky to sea
now just in the bed you have to win
and fucking say this is not live!