There's men, Who have never seen the sun But they really know how to Little men from underground Who have never seen the But the really know how to party
[Chorus:] The their wooden pints and they yoik and sing And they fight and dance the morning
Tables full, reindeer meat And the camp fire shines and the brick are full candles Tables full, wooden pints They don't care about their sins They just wanna drunk and party
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Long is now past Only good have lasted They need women, meat, beer and rom Fight battle full of blood no thoughts about god they just slaughtered and tormented