歌词
Verse 1:
By the tavern hearth, we drank the starry night away,
Ale and song, our loyal throng, where minstrels play.
"Forget the morrow's fray!" we'd cheerfully say,
In the mirth of the mead, our memories astray.
Chorus:
Hoist the flagons high, let the flutes declare our reign,
Through the buzz and hum, our roguish hearts remain.
Stumble thrones may we claim, in revelry's domain,
From dusk till dawn, in jest we're drawn, in ale's sweet chain (chain).
Verse 2:
A dawn arose, our jests provoked the crown's dismay,
Pushed through the court, a drunken sport turned royal play.
From muddy boots to regal roots, our fortunes sway,
In the dance of fate, a tipsy mate becomes the prey.
Chorus:
Sound the drums and pipes, let the castle walls resound,
From the tavern's jest to a kingdom's quest, we're bound.
By luck or fate, we navigate, our lives unbound,
In the ale-soaked night, we found our might, a king uncrowned (uncrowned).
Verse 3:
Through battles fierce and allies near, our legend grew,
The crown once far, beneath the stars, into our view.
With every foe laid low, our royal decree anew,
By sword and shield, the fates would yield, to us, they knew.
Bridge:
Raise your cups to the sky, for the night is ours to claim (claim)
Bridge:
From tavern floors to royal doors, our tales spun gold,
In halls of stone, upon the throne, our story told.
A jest to jest, a test to test, our courage bold,
In laughter and in ale, our empire's heart would hold.
Chorus:
Raise your cups to the sky, for the night is ours to claim,
With every toast, we boast, immortalized in fame.
From peasants' cheers to nobles' jeers, we've played the game,
In the kingdom's rise and fall, our spirit's flame (flame).
Now here we stand, in the light of tales untold,
From the ale-drenched nights to the crown we hold.
Let the minstrels sing of the rise from the old,
In the heart of the realm, where the truth unfolds.
[Outro]
