Downhill Drunk

(albüm: Hel - 2019)

Good times are few and far between
And toilsome times come unforeseen
Bards slaving beaten through the grind
Life left the minstrel far behind

Hard is the work to blaze a trail
In the wake of it sometimes I need
Heedless horns of mead and ale
And a high downhill

Leave me, longings, for a while
Find me hammered olden style, refill
Woes and worries overflow
Rein it in and let it go downhill drunk

As I was trudging through the sludge
Against the gods I held a grudge
All unrewarded went my deeds
Lost have I track of where this leads

High are the odds my fortune fail
And myself I may well have mislead
Steady streams of mead and ale
And a high downhill

Leave me, longings, for a while
Find me hammered olden style, refill
Woes and worries overflow
Rein it in and let it go downhill

Leave me, longings, for a while
Find me hammered olden style, refill
Woes and worries overflow
Rein it in and let it go downhill

Life so far an unfair trial
Find me hammered olden style, refill
Woes and worries overflow
Rein it in and let it go downhill drunk