Hunched upon a wooden throne, In the caverns cold and dim Dancing shadows cloak his form. Mankind fears to gaze on him Casting mischief with a smirk on his face from his hovel under the roots Singing songs of trouble to come. Soon chaos shall be afoot. Goblin laughter in the depths, the smell of ale upon their breath Fly through forest, march through fen, creep to haunt the towns of men Mighty king with painted face wielding sacred wooden mace On his head a rusted crown. He will turn the world upside-down Man and beast are running scared as the horde swarms o'er the hills Screaming with a savage glee never sleeping, never still. Now behold the painted king strutting through a town aflame Calls for all to join his ranks; "Who shall come and play my game?" Goblin faces in the dark. In their eyes a laughing spark Men and goblin join as one, for the mayhem has begun Empty flagons in the mud, mischief running in their blood Goblin flutes play all around. The world is turning upside-down. Revelers cavort and dance on this night, the feast of fools The sight brings laughter and delight to the heart of the Lord of Misrule! Goblin faces in the dark. In their eyes a greedy spark You do not know fear or shame. Set the bleeding hills aflame Breathe the chaos from the fire, ghoulish hordes that never tire Make the sky repeat the sound of the world turned upside-down!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
