Snow falls and rules through the land In this winter's dawn Ice winds will blow forever Making my beer cold as the north Oh! Yeah! Making my way through the storm, searching for a place, warm Finally an inn, a beer and a slut, a place I can call home... We're fighting, we're fucking, we're drinking to death And we're taking a piss down the hall YEAH! There's tucking ice wherever... I see There's way too much for me There's no more juice to feed our amps That's why the Vikings didn't stand a chance THEY DIED!