Singing and dancing oh that bragrat could do,

In the tavern he tells his tales as he drinks,

Flaunting his wealth to every man thats inside!



Killing a dragons what he boasted about,

Little he knew of the gazes men had,



Sharpened are gazes of the people in there,

As they drank the mead that was paler than white!



Merriment was the theme that prevailed there,

in the tavern till the first stroke of moonlight.

Now it's time to retire and sleep in our beds.



The owner had cleaned up the empty bottles,

Silence was there in the tavern that night,



Yet why is there sounds of the metal that clunks?

Sharpened are daggers not only the mens eyes.



In the night the next day the tenants now drink!

A barrel of mead that as red as mans blood,

It's given to each of the drinkers in there.