I take a look to my empty jar

A sense of sorrow thrills my head

Five new jiggers and five new jars

And I fall down and watch the stars



I brood about lands far, far away

Where the rivers are full of wine

Till the end of our days



Swaltjan

The brew nestles against my throat

We celebrate till the morning light

And drink and sing the entire night



I reached a time

I lost my guide

Everywhere I see

My demons alive



Nowhere I find

The light to escape

The end of the line

So endless and wide



Like in every battle singly the strongest survive

They face their demons and gloriously pass by

So I take my jar and my lovely bride

In a circle of friends and party tonight



Kling! The horns clash bright

A song thrills the night

The Barrels appear

Filled with mead inside



Come on drink my friend

And take your whore by her hand

Forget tomorrow we life now

Show yourself what’s a dressing down