In their sacred bellies, The fruit of life shall ripen, Giving birth to men while intoxicating their minds.
Hail the beer-born! Rainbow-colored is their skin. From the holy mountain’s well, they drink beer all day till they pass away.
There is no other place in the skies. Niralet, hear my battle cry!
Gold and silver are worth nothing to me. Beyond the veil, Niralet is the place I long to see. We grieve no longer. Drink the beer with grateful lips! Raise your swords! Trueness will persist. We heed the call of Nephrolith.
Hail the Sword, the heart! Its peaks are soaring high. In its towering flanks, the grand cities almost touch the sky.
There is a place where your tongue will never dry. Niralet, hear my battle cry!
Loot and plunder are worth nothing to me. Beyond the veil, Niralet is the place I long to see. We grieve no longer. Drink the beer with grateful lips! Raise your swords! Trueness will persist. We heed the call of Nephrolith.
Voracious! Ooh, outrageous! There are people living below the sea. Wicked, slimy fish. They spoil our drinks with excrements. The only way to protect your child Is to bring them genocide.
Niralet where golden rivers flow. The Sword so high, from its peaks sputters the soul. Revelation, come! It’s a holy cycle. Life is beer and only beer can grant us wisdom.
Ohohoh, let golden rivers flow! Ohohoh, only beer can grant us wisdom. Ohohoh, part of the holy cycle. Ohohoh, only beer will grant us wisdom.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
