Lyrics:
as demons draw near
In the abyss where shadows breed
Choices made with devilish need
Wine's sweet venom, ale's bitter zest
Satanic revelry, a darkened fest
Marching-marching-
King george's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his
teeth.
Blood of his foes he'll drink aplenty
Upon the Ting of their armours.
In The Odin's Fest
[Instrumental]
Triumph Of Winter
The raven spreads its
King George's men came marching
Up to the old inn door
They said no word to the landlord
They drank his ale instead
But they gagged his daughter
no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed
Two of them knelt
marching,
Marching, marching
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.
They said no word to the landlord, they drank his ale instead,
But
King George's men came marching
Up to the old inn door
They said no word to the landlord
They drank his ale instead
But they gagged his daughter
With wisdom sent from nine Hazels
A Rowan fire and a Willow rod
At ten comes the vine
That generates bramble wine
The constant change of the night
the world even Saint Pauleys girls/
Tecate was a gambler who shifted the spread/
Last year I made a half of mil off of moose head/
At the winter fest Southpaw
liżesz jak pies
Bo w życiu nie chodzi o to by mieć gest
I nie wierzę w to że to jebany test
I chociaż mi się czasem tu żyć nie chce fest
To życie ma jedną
cocktails, wine and ales
This is going to be great!
Oh! The bride is coming!
She's coming!
Are you ready folks?
Oh! The bride is coming!
She's coming!
Oh, what
In winter time is when these skeletons in the closet rattle the hardest
The chatter of their teeth reminds me that you were the target
All upon a winter's night
When the wind is in the leaves
And when the moon shines o'er the moor
He'll ride up to the old inn door
All the light
appear
To the wild woods we must go
Had we ale, wine, or beer
Our spirits far to cheer
When we're in those woods so wild
Where a glass of whiskey
Purchasing this ale and wine, only to get stood up
Aye, and summer never matching expectations
40z in the basement, orgies and relations
Herbal medication
cynics
Who wanna take ya buzz away something like Syd Phillips
Sip golden ale from the holy grail
With a binge nation who cant afford to go to jail or post
The pumpkins' are now getting plump on their vines
The grapes getting ripe for the making of wine
And Halloween goblins will wake up in time
For Fall after all
of yours
Ain't no stop the violence
Ima have a reason this season to shit on all of yall
Won't see no red snow, just red leaves up in the fall
In the winter
and clean
And I stick to your ribs like Christ to Al Green
"I rocks rough and stuff", nah, that ain't my line
Get the bitches more than niggas sip the wine
So
for you to try to see me
Your team ain't ready to win a war like Mussolini
Harsh as a Russian winter
Still we dining at Lupa right there on Bleecker
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