The fire is lit, and so are we
Adorned in pelts, we dance with glee
A sacred rite ‘neath a Beltane moon
Though some pass out way too soon
Drink under the trees, revel in debauchery
Sing aloud our forest’s praise, all within this drunken haze
Dosedo ‘round and ‘round, not noise but a wondrous sound
Celebrate pagan glory! Raise the horns for all to see!
We fuel this craze with grog and mead
In the name of heathenry
Blades aglow and kilts kicked high
We won’t stop ‘til the booze runs dry
Drink under the trees, revel in debauchery
Sing aloud our forest’s praise, all within this drunken haze
Dosedo ‘round and ‘round, not noise but a wondrous sound
Celebrate pagan glory! Raise the horns for all to see!
We sense the tempo change
And genre known as “folk”
And still, we celebrate
Freedom from oppressive yokes
Hail to our Norse forefathers
Those to whom our goblets raise
So before madness overtakes
Join this dance ‘til the end of days!
Drink under the trees, revel in debauchery
Sing aloud our forest’s praise, all within this drunken haze
Dosedo ‘round and ‘round, not noise but a wondrous sound
Celebrate pagan glory! Raise the horns for all to see!
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