Beer Bloodbath

Please let us give you a welcome you are at the Beerbath Bar we drench your throat and fill your belly while the lasses get you warm Inside the feast is getting heated get close and choose your spot ales are flowing, meat is roasting fellows, this night will be everlasting! A giant barrel full of beer lies upon our heads hours go by and golden jars feed our entrails the gates knock down and foes are storming in they have signed a contract for our butchery Drunkenness is our weapon for this siege our brothers have gone berserk someone cut the ropes of the barrel in the ceiling and all the hall is swimming in beer We throw the tables off then grab our swords flesh comes apart like sand we're witnesses of bloody glory and will rejoice on gods' delight Now they call it the Beer Bloodbath! That night was called the Beer Bloodbath! Now they call it the Beer Bloodbath! That night was called the Beer Bloodbath!

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025

Crossing the skies, riding the clouds unstoppable, mighty, with skin pitch black when the storm is nigh and the winds calm down a glare shows up lighting the dark Under the falling rain, thirsty for blood, bringing the pain, the wyverns are raging, the fire is free, build your shelters and make your prays "Faster than light, thy faith crumbles down, the doom of the beasts thou shalt not avoid, no one could ever stop the relentless, before the deathbringers thou shalt stand hopeless" There was a story once told where a warrior faced a wyvern fury in its eyes he had seen but he had the will of a leader The beast was not blind, and saw through his soul that he was the last one of a pure-blood descent wisely he made the choice not to fight, but to join him to follow the path of the strength Fly higher and higher, let every mortal witness our glory rage, thunders and fire will be our symbol, the seal of our story The wyverns didn't forgive the traitor so they put end to his life, the warrior yelled, and he swore revenge ...to the end! Raging wyverns, you shall die by my hands! raging wyverns, your greed you shall regret raging wyverns, you shall die by my hands! raging wyverns, may your rot mean your end

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025

We have readen in the Runes Which Oden gave to us After nine days hanging from the Tree Our fate is written And we cannot avoid Dying in the battle and be free So let the march of time begin Facing to the end Fight with pride and honour, raise your fist Free your rage, Let it fill your heart And tonight in Valhall we will feast. We will die by the sword, That’s an honour to the warriors from the north We profess the religion Of the glory by our own There’s no oblivion For those who are brave There will be no remembrance On the coward’s graves Sea is roaring, wind is blowing Storm is bursting now God of seas is calling for our death Sea is roaring, wind is blowing Storm is bursting now God of seas is calling for our death So let the march of time begin Facing to the end Fight with pride and honour, raise your fist Free your rage, Let it fill your heart And tonight in Valhall we will feast. We will die by the sea That’s a proof that all the seamen have to pass If we want to defy the gods, Discover a new land All the brave will be swallowed by the storm And the cowards will be starving at their home We will die by the sword, That’s an honour to the warriors from the north We profess the religion Of the glory by our own There’s no oblivion For those who are brave There will be no remembrance On the coward’s graves

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Please let us give you a welcome you are at the Beerbath Bar we drench your throat and fill your belly while the lasses get you warm Inside the feast is getting heated get close and choose your spot ales are flowing, meat is roasting fellows, this night will be everlasting! A giant barrel full of beer lies upon our heads hours go by and golden jars feed our entrails the gates knock down and foes are storming in they have signed a contract for our butchery Drunkenness is our weapon for this siege our brothers have gone berserk someone cut the ropes of the barrel in the ceiling and all the hall is swimming in beer We throw the tables off then grab our swords flesh comes apart like sand we're witnesses of bloody glory and will rejoice on gods' delight Now they call it the Beer Bloodbath! That night was called the Beer Bloodbath! Now they call it the Beer Bloodbath! That night was called the Beer Bloodbath!

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 26, 2025