Meadhall Mishap

from Frozen Hordes by WarTroll

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A mighty Doom!

lyrics

In the frozen north, In the land of Trolls
High up in the mountains amongst the ice and snow
There dwelt the one, warrior born
Trollish Tyrant, Drunken Overlord!

There his quest began, His saga unfurled
To seek the mightiest of brews, To drink dry the whole world!
The plunder from his raids, No longer cast its spells
Consumed himself sober, From his drunken throne he fell

His journey begins...
His axe and flagon in hand!
In the search of ultimate booze
To conquer every land!

Southwards first to lands of men, Plumed and piked Holy Romans
Famed for their beercraft skills, Hefeweizens, Lagers, Pils
Smash through breweries, taverns, towns, Drinking, drinking, going down
No effect, sober haze, Eternal hungover rage!

Slavic lands to South and East, Prosit, Nazdrowe, Zivjeli!
Rakija Slivovitsa, On pije pivo I wodka!
Balkans, Baltics, Poles and Rus, Fell before his quest for booze
Consume, swallow, slosh and swill, So many dead, yet sober still!

Nothing in the Olde World remained, Its alcoholic stores were drained
Kingdoms smashed, castles torn down, He drank where others would have drowned
Still he was not drunk enough, His quest required stronger stuff
But where to sack? Where to sail? Where could be found the strongest ale??

He heard! Rumors from the East! Of drink and magik yeast!
‘Cross the steppes to the Great Wall! The Celestial Kingdom would fall!

Black powder, Alchemy, Were no match for his drunk fury
Scorpion wine, beer of rice, Strong enough, yet none sufficed
Art, Science, Philosophy, All he desired, the distillery
Teachings from ancient scribes, Smashed and broken, Ale or Die!!

Words of wisdom on deaf ears, Primordial need to drink beer
Dragon temples brought to dust, Engorge, consume, violence, lust
Nothing remained in his wake, Genocidal quest for drink
Conquered lands of Orient, Inebriated rage not spent


Over mountains down to jungle, intoxication from source fungal
Follow the path, cradle of life, nothing but desert and strife
Continue on where Kings remain, Ancient tombs and beer of grain
Tales of a New World, For the quest, westward sail!

Across! The Ocean's mighty waves! He sailed unto his fate!
His quest for drunkenness! Would lead unto his death!

Plunder upon the Spanish Main, New alcohol from sugar cane
Rum, syrup, liquor sweet, Distilled and emptied at his feet
Upwards on to land Central, Cervezas, Tequila
Agave juice, no equal, Pure pain, no recall…

Into the lands called 'Mericae, Kings of the IPA
Malt, Hops, so extreme, Waters pure from mountain streams
Singles, Doubles, Triples, Quad, Stronger, stronger, not enough!
Continents brought to heel, All for the quest for beer!!

Searched the world, nothing found, Northward sail, homeward bound
Emerald Isle found in the mist, Already hammered! Let’s get pissed!
On to the Scots, a wee quick halt, Whiskeys, Bourbons, Brandys, Malts
Engle-Saxons and their Ciders only enrage the drunken fighter!

Back to North, his Dragonship roamed
Returning with beers, liquor and gold
His Quest seemed failed, sober his fate
Smashing his plunder with bleary eyed hate
The liquid spills down, into his horn
A magic elixir intoxicately born
He raises his prize up to his eyes
The ultimate drink is realized!

He takes a swig, He forces it down!
The broth flows through, Victory is found!
Now so drunk, he cannot stand!
Poisonous elixir from his own hand!
Clogging filth, creeping through his veins!
Vomits up his life, the Troll dies in pain...

credits

from Frozen Hordes, released August 14, 2019
All music and lyrics written by WarTroll
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Jay Six at www.PolishedMix.com
Additional orchestration arrangements by Jacek Sniecikowski
Produced by WarTroll and Jay Six

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From far beyond the eastern hills.. through the icy moors of the frozen north and the scorching sands of the southern wastes.. the trolls have come.

Feasting, drinking, and drinking and feasting... Crushing all in their path...

The warcries have been sounded... the storm clouds gather... arm yourselves and prepare for battle... Prepare... for WARTROLL!!!
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