I came over the eastern mountains
To this valley "Tristram" called
I went down under the chapel
Where the demons dwell
I fought the fallen ones
And k**ed a sukkubus
So bring your beer right over here
I need something to drink
I need something to drink
I need something to drink
I won't go there again
But watch your village burn
If you won't hurry up
And bring some beer to me
I will not fight for you
Nor cast a single spell
For with a dry throat -ask Peppin-
It's no good to fight at all
I need something to drink
I need something to drink