Текст песни Barbarian Paganus

War booty, armour forged by the hands of a craftsman Harvest and noble presents, trading with loot. Fragrance and stench everywhere Abundance of everything you may desire Heroes from the north-east, sturdy Vikings cunning Slavs, dogged Saxons, juggler Celts and wild Arabs and Turks, mad pagan dogs. Highlanders, herdsmen and sea-farers, Warriors and wandering tradesmen, Nearly all the scum of the heathen nations Skirmishes and pleasures, women shameless Wine and beer and booze, drinks galore, To your heart's content With a beggar's stick or wielding a sword, it devil may care. Now live, tomorrow you'll be struck down; With a bit of luck you'll die a cow's death in the hay. Every wolf knows the purpose of his mouth, Hunted like a marauder, unwelcome murdering beast, Must be uprooted from his own territory. The headsman strikes the merciful blow And pulls the rope for everyone who don't bow down their backs.