There was a young lady, she was sad, she was kind A library dress and a glass full of wine We met at the Abbey, we were hidin' from cold But I felt hack the shivers when she said "no" So I gave her one kiss and tipped my own hat And I said to her eyes "You ain't see nothing yet" She looked at my mug and asked "What you mean?" Well the answer I gave... It's folk metal, baby!"
From Brugge do Bremen, from Pilsen to Cork Behold the Grim Reaper just holdin'a big fork. From Glasgow to Dublin, from Porto to Brest You'll hear the drunk march of ou boots without rest When the ale it is rain and te stout it is cloud And thunders are roaring "cause we are playing" it too loud Just raise your own tankard and drink 'til the end. It's not time for the fight It's folk metal, my friend!
Sweet singing of sirens won't harm us today By old drums and horns we are blowing it away Let's row all you bastards the stern wind's a lie We rock and we roll on a sailer on fire So go home mister DJ, you're welcome no more From now on, I swear it, we're the masters on board In the dephts of the ocean you'll be scratchin' the shells Have a nice dive It's folk metal in hell!
No bows, no flagwaving, no captains at all we don't need your rules to be proud and stand tall No island of pleasure, no ready made fun We don't need you party to be totally drunk No matter how bright is the cross on you neck We'll choose the right sentence between cake of death
So throw away your chainballs and join the grim ship It's freedom bound wicked.. Folk metal, baby!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
