Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Vintage Whine , by - Skyclad. Song from the album Vintage Whine, in the genre Фолк-металRelease date: 03.12.1999
Record label: Global
Song language: English
Vintage Whine |
| I’ll play Bacchus for the evening |
| Pray, be seated, take your places |
| Should my manner seem displeasing |
| Offend your airs and graces |
| I’ve a list long as your arm |
| The connoisseur’s selection |
| Such bitter whines, a quaff of qualms |
| Awaiting your inspection |
| The bubbles burst, this ain’t «sham-pain» |
| I’ve watched hopes wither on the vine |
| The fruits of labour’s toil in vain |
| I reap soul grapes at harvest time |
| Anno 1999: a classic year for vintage whine! |
| Since it’s drawn I must sup the cellarage of sorrow |
| Yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time I drain the dregs |
| Their poison cannot kill me, new strength from it I’ll borrow |
| My maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs |
| Here’s one for the road, afore ye go |
| Drink deep, sweet lads and lasses |
| Those blighted crops you gladly sow |
| Shall one day fill your glasses |
| Brood for decades, pure hate distilled |
| Then bottled up much longer |
| Revenge, a draught I’ll serve you chilled |
| When time has made it stronger |
| Non-cordial, it’s bile bouquet |
| Laments ferment, the patience «schnapps» |
| Cask full of mulled futile dismay |
| My well-aged rage, you’ve turned the taps |
| Anno 1999: a classic year for vintage whine! |
| Since it’s drawn I must sup the cellarage of sorrow |
| Yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time I drain the dregs |
| Their poison cannot kill me, new strength from it I’ll borrow |
| My maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs |
| Anno 1999: a classic year for vintage whine! |