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 
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The 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 
 [bad word]  

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 
 [bad word]