Wooden Pints — Korpiklaani

There's men, underground Who have never seen the sun But they really know how to party Little men from underground Who have never seen the sun But the really know how to party

The rise their wooden pints and they yoik and sing And they fight and dance 'till the morning

Tables full, reindeer meat And the camp fire shines and the brick walls are full candles Tables full, wooden pints They don't care about their sins They just wanna get drunk and party

Long war is now past Only good men have lasted They need women, meat, beer and rom Fight battle full of blood no thoughts about god they just slaughtered killed and tormented