Jaldaboath - Raise The Crummhorns lyrics

Blinding sunshine shining high Reflects on crummhorn, sword and lance; Returning home, weary from battle, To a victorious home-coming dance. The hall is full of royal dames Rich ladies, starved and in their bloom; We drunken, stately knights in armour, Gesture obscenely across the room Raise the crummhorns - Raise them high! Raise the crummhorns - Until we die! If later you venture up the stair, You will hear the wenches start to shriek As the nights do shed their metal skins Letting loose their juicy luncheon meat. Squires and hand maidens also climb, Venturing to find an empty hall He boats of dangers, far & wide But she finds his sausage obscenely small. "...and if you find yourself without a mate, do not fret, for 'tis not too late. The pig-faced cook is always fancy free, and a s**ling pig she'll prepare for thee." The celebrations we do often hold When we return from the fields of war We be stories to cherish until we are old Debauchery - three and twenty score!