• corinthean 5w

    Drunken Knight

    Drunk, drunk, Drunk to the ale
    Somber enough to tell this tale

    Far, far, far in the North,
    Demons marched to conquer Forth,

    Lies, deceit, the wicked conspired
    We were betrayed and thousands got slayed

    Blood, gore, sprayed across
    Fear stricken, the battle we lost

    Deep, deep into their hearts
    Thrust my blade at the conspiring tarts

    Loud, clear, a rousing call conveyed
    Renewed spirit, my men displayed

    Hope, valour, filled their hearts
    Shoulder to shoulder we marched to Forth

    Drunk, drunk, drunk to the ale,
    Against the horde, we prevailed...
    - Corinthean