Blood and Beer
Written by: Makhta
Blood and Beer
Date: 1003 Chorus: Where tankards crash and armies clash Where hordes of orcs are dying Let all beware; the dwarves are there Where beer and blood are flying When the orcs forget defeat The dwarves will go remind them The orcish army will retreat And leave their heads behind them When the army goes to war They saunter forth and swagger Humans may get sick or sore But dwarves will never stagger If you're feeling sick or sore The beer will do the curing Because the time to drink at war Is after, 'fore and during Their lords are masters carving stone Their castle is a cavern And when not seated on a throne They'll occupy the tavern If a dwarf you care to bet On who will fall down quicker A splitting headache will you get By axe or by the liquor They make quick work of chopping heads Throughout the dwarven nation Of heads of orcs and heads of beer It's all decapitation A screaming charge is all you'll see When dwarves want decimation To rush an army or a bar They use the same formation A dwarf will never have to block When in a tavern fighting It feels like punching at a rock You're better off just hiding When blood is spilt it is for fame Of mighty dwarven forces When beer is spilt is it a shame A waste of good resources So raise a mug of ale or beer And toast to dwarven glory And raise an axe and raise a cheer And proudly tell the story |
Created by Janna Oakfellow-Pushee at 02-13-08 05:15 PM
Last Modified by Faelinn Shadowmoon (Leanne Micciche) at 12-28-10 09:30 PM