Drink / Kvaðning

Oy You Give me some beer! Piracy's a crime and crime doesn't pay And we go home poor at the end of the day But I'd rather live my life in rags Than be taped to a desk with a wife as a hag We live each day like there's nothing to lose But a man has needs and the need is booze They say all the best things in life are free So give all your beer and your rum to me! We are here to drink your beer And steal your rum at a point of a gun Your alcohol to us will fall Cause we are here to drink your beer We are here to drink your beer And steal your rum at a point of a gun Your alcohol to us will fall Cause we are here to drink your beer Drink! [x15] We've travelled all the seas for wenches and mead And told great tales of the huntmasters' deeds The quest for a drum of the famous ol' spiced Has shown us the wrath of leviathans might We went back through time to get more rum Though we end up shipwrecked having no fun But heavy metal pirates we must be So give all your beer and your rum to me! We are here to drink your beer And steal your rum at a point of a gun Your alcohol to us will fall Cause we are here to drink your beer We are here to drink your beer And steal your rum at a point of a gun Your alcohol to us will fall Cause we are here to drink your beer [Instrumental] We are here to drink your beer And steal your rum at a point of a gun Your alcohol to us will fall Cause we are here to drink your beer We are here to drink your beer And steal your rum at a point of a gun Your alcohol to us will fall Cause we are here to drink your beer Drink! [x8]

Submitted by NecroLord — Nov 11, 2025

Ligg ég eftir langa drauma, liggur stirður, hugur sljór. harið finn ég kröftugt krauma, kreistir hefnd ef fyrrum sór. Heiðin býr að blindum, horfi ég mót svörtum tindum, Hel býr þar í mörgum myndum: myrkur, kuldi ís og snjór. Heljarsál af himnum steyptist, hafði af mér bú og menn. Hatrið inn í hugann geyptist, heldur mér á lífi enn. Fleyjum þínum feigðin grandi, finn ég þig á sjó og landi. Kem ég til þín forni fjandi, fundir okkar nálgast senn. Morgunsól á miðri heiði, minningarnar sækja á. Mikil er og römm sú reiði, rífur sárin hatrið þá. Eitt sinn átti fljóð að finna sem fallig gætti barna minna, en núna hef ég verk að vinna: vega blóðga, stinga' og flá. Höldum nú á feigðarinnar fund, þetta ferðalag mun telja okkar daga. Vaskir menn á vígamóðri stund og Valhöll bíður okkar. Höldum nú á feigðarinnar fund, þetta ferðalag er köllun vor og saga. Vaskir menn á vígamóðri stund og Valhöll bíður okkar allra þá.

Submitted by Immortal — Nov 11, 2025