Drunken by barley beer
You falter in the snow behind the village
Ferocious shrieks echo from the hills
And wind hinders the sight
However, eftsoon you are captured by the locals
Who know very well how to treat you
Swiftly you are tossed into the sty
To spend the night with pigs
In hay and black dung
You will sing for all those
Who never came back on cold nights
Since it's pleasant to walk under the stars
When snow creaks beneath the feet
Moon whispers its mysteries
And booze spins the head