The Morning After

Interpret : Essilias Crow Album : The Mercenaries Of The Last Tankard | Chapter Two @essiliascrow3640 [Verse 1] It all began with one small ale, A harmless toast, a drunken tale. The Bard cried, "Friends, tonight we feast!" By dawn we'd wake... with half the East. The Ranger danced upon the bar, The Assassin stole the tavern star. The Alchemist yelled, "Science first!" Then somehow made the barrels burst. [Pre-Chorus] One more round! One more cheer! Someone filled another cup with beer! The walls were shaking, tables flew— Nobody remembered who was who! [Chorus] Raise your mugs into the sky! Drink until the moon runs dry! Laugh while reason disappears— Heroes fueled by endless beers! Sing it louder! Never slow! Where this ends, we'll never know! If the world survives tonight... We'll call it victory by daylight! [Verse 2] The horses somehow learned to sing, A goat was crowned the tavern king. The blacksmith married someone's shield, The priest surrendered to the field. A chicken challenged knights to war, Then somehow won—don't ask what for. The mayor joined a drinking game, Forgot completely his own name. [Bridge] Who lit the windmill? Who stole the bell? Why is there a dragon... sleeping in the well? Who painted every castle pink? Who taught the fish how all to drink? Nobody knows... Nobody cares! [Chorus] Raise your mugs into the sky! Drink until the moon runs dry! Chaos grows with every cheer! Someone filled another cup with beer! Every barrel has been slain! Every window lost its pane! History won't understand... How we nearly sank the land! [Verse 3 – The Morning After] Morning came with aching heads, Broken chairs and shattered beds. The tavern leaned a little more... It had one wall instead of four. The Ranger slept inside a cart, The Bard hugged half a boar with heart. The Assassin woke inside a tree, Still asking, "Who kidnapped me?" The Alchemist smiled black with soot, One boot was gone... the other cooked. The innkeeper just sighed in pain: "...You're never drinking here again." [Final Chorus] Raise your mugs though heads may pound! Legends still are forged around! Bruised and battered, black and blue— Worth it? YES! We'd do it too! If tomorrow comes once more, We'll swear we've learned... then drink once more! Heroes never truly rest... One... more... beer!