Trikhorn - Warriors of the South Lyrics

One day we've travelled in th' southlands
We trasted fin' diffaren' hauls in th' lands
We found putrid alcohol in the barrels
But the funniest was the men of the clans

Their wives are so thin we guess
They will doubtless all die childless
The men shout like lassie when they see us
No need to trade they stay wordless

Small, frail, brainy, clean and bardless
They look so powarless when they're scared shitless
If they take a weapon we just wanna laugh
We spit! Yeah ! On the warriors of the south

Jewels, silk, pottery, wine and spice
We'll sall all the stuff far a vary good priace
They shout like lassies during sacrifice
No need to haggle follow my advice

They pray a man on a crass
For them we spill the chaos
Thar priast war dras s, so sexy
Sons of Odin kill them without mercy !