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As the summer days fade away

but the thirst still remains

A fragile sound in the air,

hear how the longing calls for our names

I know of only one place,

that keeps the cold at bay

A warm pint of mulled wine to the face

Don't ignore the call, damnation awaits!

To Marketplace Owl!

The name we howl!

The place is shite,

but we'll go again tonight!

To Marketplace Owl!

Worst beer of the town!

No frowns allowed, we're going down

to drink another round!

Where the ale is stale and the days are gray

We drink our pain away

Warmth and shelter, from the icy hail

Windswept and frozen, the way takes us back again to...

Where the ale is stale and the days are gray

We drink our sorrows away...