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Skål! Skål! Skål! Skål!

We are the shadow of a darkestness

We cast a shadow of our own

Inside that shadow no light escapes

Darkness so dark that it becomes a hole

We are the hole made from the shadow

We are the blackest of the seas

We wear the leather and the spiky things

We are the thirsty - from the enemies' skulls we drink

Fight to live

Live to fight

Fight to live

Drink from the skulls of our enemies

We are angry at establishment

We break the mother flipping rules

Shouting the loud and shouty noisyment

My mum can't understand the feckin words

We break the cups, the mugs, the glasses

We smash the giant drinking horn

Thirsty, with all the other vessels gone

We are the thirsty - from the enemies' skulls we drink

Fight to live

Live to fight

Fight to live

Drink from the skulls of our enemies

And racing out with +5 vorpal plade of bower

And slicing cranium off of olfactory bulb

With scalping of flesh and scooping of brain matter

Release inverted calveria we raise to drink

I put my vessel down

But it is round

It tips over and falls

To the ground

Fight to live

Live to fight

Fight to live

Drink from the skulls of our enemies