Six Trials To Become A Beerzerker (исполнитель: Gwydion)
All metrics, all measures, All used to the next trials Full! Full! Candidates are looming Where the previous have fell Six cups, five mugs, Four tankards to empty Fast! Fast! Afterwards try not to shake Your entire skull All metrics, all measures, All filled to the next trials Full! Full! Beware don't slip On this grog-wet ground Three bottles, two jugs, One keg to empty fast, fast Beerzerker is chosen by tight criteria Oh [bad word] Oh [bad word] Supreme elite of the boozer's part Vicious drainers of fine ale Display with pride an enormous paunch, Always avid for more! Zealous [bad word] to refill Labour sweat drops show it well From the forehead to the neck They travel towards their [bad word] Inside this thronged hall Stands out a distinct melody Charming, loud, grotesque belches Such exquisite symphony From the start straight to the end Many laughs this night have shared With dull eyes we gaze in -- wonder Those who barely still stand Farewell brave beerzerkers You've endured your trails bravely We shall now rest and prepare For the next time we'll be there