Spoiler
Cold is creeping at the door
But we keep it locked out there
Pick up your rum, assorted scum
We'll shout in disrepair!
We'll yodel to our mountains
Ride a raintrix to its call
And we’ll laugh at those below us
That are too scared they would fall
So salute all our fellows
Hyperion or Wintrean
Ignore the backstabs and the jokes
Of wolves that hunt the night
Let halls be filled with laughter
And lightning crashes falter
We ignore the frost without a cost
And we keep our spirits bright
CHORUS
The fire’s hot and so’s the pot
There’s tankards full of wine
So grab a mug of what you want
And chug until you’re blind!
The region’s full of acute chill
But we keep it out of mind
So gather now and here we vow
To drink till the fires die.
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New Hyperion or Wintrean
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Hyperion or Wintrean