Из альбома: Live at Masters of Rock
There's men, underground
Who have never seen the sun
But they really know how to party
Little men from underground
Who have never seen the sun
But the really know how to party
The rise their wooden pints and they yoik and sing
And they fight and dance 'till the morning
Tables full, reindeer meat
And the camp fire shines and the brick walls are full candles
Tables full, wooden pints
They don't care about their sins
They just wanna get drunk and party
The rise their wooden pints and they yoik and sing
And they fight and dance 'till the morning
Long war is now past
Only good men have lasted
They need women, meat, beer and rom
Fight battle full of blood no thoughts about god they just slaughtered killed and tormented
The rise their wooden pints and they yoik and sing
And they fight and dance 'till the morning
And they fight and dance 'till the morning
And they fight and dance 'till the morning
[Whisp:]
Long war is now past
Only good men have lasted
They need women, meat, beer and rom
Fight battle full of blood no thoughts about god
They just slaughtered killed and tormented!
The rise their wooden pints and they yoik and sing
And they fight and dance 'till the morning
And they fight and dance 'till the morning