Downhill Drunk - Týr

Good times are few and far between

And toilsome times come unforeseen

Bards slaving beaten through the grind

Life left the minstrel far behind

Hard is the work to blaze a trail

In the wake of it sometimes I need

Heedless horns of mead and ale

And a high downhill

Leave me, longings, for a while

Find me hammered olden style, refill

Woes and worries overflow

Rein it in and let it go downhill drunk

As I was trudging through the sludge

Against the gods I held a grudge

All unrewarded went my deeds

Lost have I track of where this leads

High are the odds my fortune fail

And myself I may well have mislead

Steady streams of mead and ale

And a high downhill

Leave me, longings, for a while

Find me hammered olden style, refill

Woes and worries overflow

Rein it in and let it go downhill

Leave me, longings, for a while

Find me hammered olden style, refill

Woes and worries overflow

Rein it in and let it go downhill

Life so far an unfair trial

Find me hammered olden style, refill

Woes and worries overflow

Rein it in and let it go downhill drunk