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There was a young lady, she was sad, she was kind

A library dress and a glass full of wine

We met at the Abbey, we were hidin' from cold

But I felt hack the shivers when she said "no"

So I gave her one kiss and tipped my own hat

And I said to her eyes "You ain't see nothing yet"

She looked at my mug and asked "What you mean?"

Well the answer I gave...

It's folk metal, baby!"

From Brugge do Bremen,

from Pilsen to Cork

Behold the Grim Reaper just holdin'a big fork.

From Glasgow to Dublin, from Porto to Brest

You'll hear the drunk march of our boots without rest

When the ale it is rain and the stout it is cloud

And thunders are roaring "cause we are playing" it too loud

Just raise your own tankard and drink 'til the end.

It's not time for the fight

It's folk metal, my friend!

Sweet singing of sirens won't harm us today

By old drums and horns we are blowing it away

Let's row all you bastards the stern wind's a lie

We rock and we roll on a sailor on fire

So go home mister DJ, you're welcome no more

From now on, I swear it, we're the masters on board

In the depths of the ocean you'll be scratchin' the shells

Have a nice dive

It's folk metal in hell!

No bows, no flagwaving, no captains at all

we don't need your rules to be proud and stand tall

No island of pleasure, no ready made fun

We don't need you party to be totally drunk

No matter how bright is the cross on you neck

We'll choose the right sentence between cake of death

So throw away your chainballs and join the grim ship

It's freedom bound wicked.. Folk metal, baby!