There's men, underground 
Who have never seen the sun
But they really know how to party
Little men from underground
Who have never seen the sun
But the really know how to party

They rise their wooden pints and they yoik and sing
And they fight and dance 'till the morning
They rise their wooden pints and they yoik and sing
And they fight and dance 'till the morning

Tables full, reindeer meat
And the camp fire shines 
and the brick walls are full candles 
Tables full, wooden pints
They don't care about their sins
They just wanna get [bad word] and party

They rise their wooden pints and they yoik and sing
And they fight and dance 'till the morning
They rise their wooden pints and they yoik and sing
And they fight and dance 'till the morning

Long war is now past 
Only good men have lasted
They need women, meat, beer and rom
Fight battle full of blood
no thoughts about god
they just slaughtered
killed and tormented

They rise their wooden pints and they yoik and sing
And they fight and dance 'till the morning
They rise their wooden pints and they yoik and sing
And they fight and dance 'till the morning