1. Morbid Quag
Far, far
Dark might has spread
Claimed the ancient forests
Weak, small
Razed hamlets
Left in desolation
What's beyond
The city walls
Ain't an easy target
Morbid scab
Of townsfolk
Reeks with human stench
Marshland
Spread around the walls
Witches
Bane the creatures of the swamp,
Swamp
Toads, sludge
Willows, moss
Sweet and wet smell of rot
Go for it,
Accept the swamp
Quag's your next-door pal now
Green, yellow
Glaring eyes
Staring through mire fog
Muffled songs
Of slime and ooze
Slurped and whispered from the bog
Twisted
Gene pools
Molding flesh and herb
Raising
Dead bodies
From the grounds of glory
Mutated
Monsters creep
Greet new snouts and faces
Quaggy grounds
Instead of fields
Not a playground anymore
2. Trojansk Råtta
Tänk på hur det går
När du inga avlopp har
Du kastar allting utför fönstret
För att ruttna där
Avskrädeshögar
Råttors koloni
Bara en råtta
Vederbörligt sjuk
Som sprider ångan
Från häxors grytor
Trojansk råtta
Förhäxat skinn
Bär pest och sjukdom
Från hög till hög
Bringar den sjukdom
Från sitt skinn
Råttors koloni
Gula ångor höjer sig
Upp från smutsiga gator
Borgare, spy upp dina tarmar
Med kvällsmat, blod och var
3. Goat Crack
Goat Crack, a misty gully
Filled with bushes, filled with thorns
Goat Crack, a tricky spot
Where goats are found and lost.
Goat Crack, a misty gully
Filled with bushes, filled with thorns
Goat Crack, a tricky spot
Where goats are found and lost
If some cattle went astray
While a shepherd was asleep
All the people know you may
Find it in – in the gully's deep
Meet shepherd lass Martha
And her long, blond plait
And her big, big milk cans
Holding lads' breath
Meet shepherd lass Martha
And her long, blond plait
And her big milk cans
Holding lads' breath
Good-hearted and a laugher
And goes out with all market
Striding through meadow
Goat gone – where to get it?
Goat Crack, Goat Crack – a misty gully
Goat Crack, Goat Crack – a tricky spot
Filled with bushes, filled with thorns
Goat Crack, Goat Crack – where goats are found and lost
Once she was gone
No one saw her for two weeks
Then back if nothing happened
Same soft arms and apple cheeks
But poor blokes moan
And VD rates grow
Mixtures all but fail
Dicks so green, keep falling off
If your husband's dick is gone
Then he visits Martha's shack
Blessed by curse from boggy gully
She is nick-named Goat Crack
Goat Crack, Goat Crack – a misty gully
Goat Crack, Goat Crack – a tricky spot
Filled with bushes, filled with thorns
Goat Crack, Goat Crack – where dicks are found and lost
4. Karl's Egg Farm
There was a man
Whose name was Karl
All dirty beard and smoking socks,
He scratched his stinky balls
He had a farm
With nothing more but poultry
He bred his hens with love
"Eggs of Karl", a famous brand
They fit
Every meal
Either lord or burgher
"Eggs of Karl", a famous brand
"Eggs of Karl", a famous brand
There was a witch
Whose name's a mess
All dirty hands and smoking warts,
She scratched her stinky toads
She had a farm
With nothing more but poultry
Infesting it with toads and love
"Eggs of Karl", a famous brand
Hatch, hatch,
Incubate, incubate
Cockerel eggs for the next shipment
Hatched, hatched
From famous eggs
Basilisks rip some fucking throats
All lords and burghers in the morning
Have for breakfast
Brand new "Eggs of Karl"
All town's a mess,
All panic through the streets
Greet Famous Farmer's Eggs
Greet Famous Farmer's Eggs
5. Dead Boys
'Round the city walls
Grounds of fame, glorious battlefield
Ditches nursing bones
Both of enemy and defender
Fragrant smell of grass
Masked the stench of rotting corpses
Soldier flesh decayed
Bone keeps memory of what they were
Dead boys
Embrace the witch power
We give you morass powder
We give you rusty bullets
Dead boys
We give you life and purpose
We give you strength and focus
All for one – all for one village
Аrquebusier, musketeer, swordsmen
Rise from the graves to unlife, back in game
Rusty cuirasses, blades and rifles
All host back, back in action again
Rise and shine
Rise and smile
Creep and crawl
One more chance
We don't sow
We do harvest
Recycled squads
Renewed, enhanced
Dead boys feel no pain
No remorse, no regret
And a rotten brain
Craves just what you make them crave
6. Iron Stone
A sacred place
Beyond the city walls
A great obelisk
Of Iron Stone
Swords and axes shoved in
For city glory
City guards kneel while
Priests pray and tell the stories
Can't foresee
Any mischief
From sacred grove
Can't foresee
In your armor
You'll be stoved
Iron Stone draws all armor
With men inside
At the very moment
They're fried alive
Can't get free
From the grip of Iron Stone
Plates and mails melt,
Burn flesh to the bone
7. Herbal Giants
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8. Bog Bar
Bog bar
Green staff
Green stuff
Acid liquors burn my guts
Bog bar
Misty, small
Reek hall
Crunchy nails will do for peanuts
Bog bar
Fart star
Contest
Highlight of the night so far
Bog bar
Passed out
Dweebs are
Considered snacks and won't wake up
Bog bar
Green staff
Green stuff
Acid liquors burn my guts
Bog bar
Misty, small
Reek hall
Crunchy nails for peanuts
BOG BAR!
Daybreak
Sharp-tooth
Snout
Slowly gnaws at neighbour's flank
Pickled
Zombie head
Staring
Out of a dusty tank
9. Den Svarta Honungen
När hösten kommer
Ta dina flaskor
Honungsjakt
Börjar nu
Flytande nektar
Av svarta rosor
Finnes i
Ihåliga mystiska träd
Mörka honungsbin
Sömniga på hösten
Förhindrar inte
Hämtande grupper
När hösten kommer
Ta dina flaskor
Honungsjakt
Börjar nu
Den svarta honungen
För daglig mat
Den svarta honungen
För läkemedel
Den svarta honungen
För borgmästarens fest
Den svarta honungen
Dyr som guld
Ingen märkte
Honungsbins
Röda ögon
Ingen märkte
Att den smakar
Annorlunda
Ingen märkte
Små svarta fläckar
Ingen märkte
Innan det var för sent
Svarta rosor växer nu
Ut från gourmandens hud
Kvävdes av
Rosenblad
10. Clock Tower
One, two
Grab your shoes
Grab your club
Clock Tower tolls
Three, four
Open the door
Off to townhall
Need befalls
One, two
Pushing through
Crowds as anxiety grew
Three, four
Mind your toes
Hear what city guards say
Stay or flee – it's up to you
Hide or fight – it's up to you
Squeal or roar – it's up to you
There's no way out
Call to arms, call to arms
Stand for your life
Call to arms, call to arms
You could survive this night
Knock, knock
Townsfolk
Herbal giants bash the walls
Tick-tock
Says the clock
Counting minutes until dawn
One, two
Pushing through
Crowds as anxiety grew
Three, four
Mind your toes
Hear what city guards say
Stay or flee – it's up to you
Hide or fight – it's up to you
Squeal or roar – it's up to you
There's no way out
Call to arms, call to arms
Stand for your life
Stand for your city
You could survive this night
Call to arms, call to arms
Stand for your life
Call to arms, call to arms
You could survive this night
One, two
Greenish goo
Floods the streets as people spew
Three, four
Add some gore
Zombies leak through ruined wall
Five, six
Minutes tick
Townspeople fight with sticks
Seven, eight
Guards are dead
And Clock Tower stands silent
Stay or flee – it's up to you
Hide or fight – it's up to you
Squeal or roar – it's up to you
There's no way out
11. Eisenstein
Ein heiliger Ort
Außerhalb der Stadtmauer
Der schwarze Obelisk
Aus Eisenstein
Schwert und Axt sind kampfbereit
Für den Ruhm der Stadt
Die Wächter knien nieder
Während die Priester beten
Niemand kann
das Unheil sehen
Das vom Wald herüberzieht
Niemand kann
Die Männer sehen
Die in der Rüstung qualvoll sterben
Der Eisenstein trifft alle Rüstungen
Mit den Menschen im Inneren
Und genau in dem Moment,
Sind sie dem Tod geweiht
Niemand kann befreit werden
Aus dem Griff des Eisensteins
Platten und Nägel schmelzen
Fleisch verbrennt bis auf die Knochen