One night I was thirsty,I was looking for a bar
All the while I hadn't noticed that I'd gone too far
Mist it swirled and night beasts howled, I heard a cryptic voice
I turned around, to my surprise saw some one in the dark
I was not rich, could not afford, the sweetest liquor drink
With PBR, I'd gone too far, and that's why he chose me
He took me to his broke-ass mansion, he offered me some food
I could not think just wanted drink, and so it seemed did he
He asked me what I had to drink, he told me plain and flat
That's when he showed me all his teeth and stuck them in my back
Now I lay, I.V in arm, a constant stream from his bar
I can't escape but at least i'm drunk, permanently in a PBR funk
During day, he must sleep, to recover, from the drink
Slip away, to his tomb, stab his heart, with a rusty spoon
The horror I had witnessed, could turn a sane man sober
But I returned to his dwelling, just to be sure it was over
I found no body, found no corpse, just a splotch of liquid
I took a sip and I think, my cravings just got stronger
Now you know, so be cautious, lest you end up dead
All you drunkards, be you ware, in the dark, Count Pabstula is there
He is there
credits
from Legion of the Tankard,
released March 22, 2013
Inebrion- all instruments
Drunkus Crom- vocals
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