Svartby : Karl's Egg Farm

Folk Metal / Russia
(2013 - Self-Released)
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1. KARL'S EGG FARM

There was a man
Whose name was Karl
All dirty beard and smoking socks,
He scratched his stinky balls

He had a farm
With nothing more but poultry
He bred his hens with love
"Eggs of Karl", a famous brand

They fit
Every meal
Either lord or burgher
"Eggs of Karl", a famous brand

There was a witch
Whose name's a mess
All dirty hands and smoking warts,
She scratched her stinky toads

She had a farm
With nothing more but poultry
Infesting it with toads and love
"Eggs of Karl", a famous brand

Hatch, hatch,
Incubate, incubate
Cockerel eggs for the next shipment

Hatched, hatched
From famous eggs
Basilisks rip some fucking throats

All lords and burghers in the morning
Have for breakfast
Brand new "Eggs of Karl"

All town's a mess,
All panic through the streets
Greet Farmer's Famous Eggs


2. MORBID QUAG

Far, far
Dark might has spread
Claimed the ancient forests

Weak, small
Razed hamlets
Left in desolation

What's beyond
The city walls
Ain't an easy target

Morbid scab
Of townsfolk
Reeks with human stench

Marshland
Spread around the walls
Witches
Bane the creatures of the swamp,
Swamp

Toads, sludge
Willows, moss
Sweet and wet smell of rot

Go for it,
Accept the swamp
Quag's your next-door pal now

Green, yellow
Glaring eyes
Staring through mire fog

Muffled songs
Of slime and ooze
Slurped and whispered from the bog

Twisted
Gene pools
Molding flesh and herb

Raising
Dead bodies
From the grounds of glory

Mutated
Monsters creep
Greet new snouts and faces

Quaggy grounds
Instead of fields
Not a playground anymore

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