There was a great feast
In the konung`s palace:
Lakes of beer and honey
Everyone was happy

Konung was drinking 
All the night long like [bad word] 
His face was dark and unhappy
He took his axe and said

«Shut up your mouths
Stop this laughter and joy!
I know so many here
Want to capture my throne

You desire my wife!
You want my crown!
You thought, I am blind?
Now I will punch your skulls!!!»

YAAAWWW!!!
This is death in beer
Now our konung is dead!
YAAAWWW!!!
Only strong may drink beer
And it will never damage their brain!!!
If you are too weak, don’t even try
Leave to [bad word] men!!!
But if you don’t drink, you are not
MY FRIEND!!!

«You said, I am mad???
You will die for this right now!!! »
Growled the konung 
 [bad word] forward with axe.

He was so [bad word] 
That his way was very short
He has fallen in cask of beer
And did not emerge!!!

YAAAWWW!!!
This is death in beer
Now our konung is dead!
YAAAWWW!!!
Only strong may drink beer
And it will never damage their brain!!!
If you are too weak, don’t even try
Leave to [bad word] men!!!
But if you don’t drink, you are not
MY FRIEND!!!