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 back the shivers when she said No
So I gave her one kiss and tipped my own hat
And i said to her eyes You aint seen nothing yet"
She looked at my mug and asked "What do you mean?"
Well the answer I gave... "Its folk metal, baby!
From Brugge to 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 our boots without rest
When the ale it is rain and the stout is a cloud
And thunders are roaring ‘cause we're playin' 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 depths 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 your party to be totally drunk
No matter how bright is the cross on your neck
We'll choose the right sentence between cake or death
So throw away your chainballs and join the grim ship
It's freedom bound wicked... Folk metal, baby!

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