[Verse 1] Laughter rings loud over snow Mugs slam down, cheers from the crowd Small mead hall spills light through the night Only supply stops the flow Stories are told that bite through the mold A mountain of a man stands, mug in hand A swift crack silences the laughs People gasp as blood pools fast [Chorus] Outcast (Outcast) Farm the land, that is your task Outcast (Outcast) Your punishment is your last The man, face down on a table Has a family and you must keep them stable Stores are slim and the farm is the gem Help them stem the hunger or be torn asunder [Verse 2] He packs his things but everyone knows what he’ll bring Back weighed down with mead He falls behind lawgivers lead Through dark and rain He endures the strain Drink in hand he ignores what most can’t withstand To make it to the cursed land [Chorus] Outcast (Outcast) Farm the land, that is your task Outcast (Outcast) Your punishment is your last He mocks the trees and sneers at the black Hatred burns to hide the fears on his path He blames the farm, he blames the pine But never sees his fault all the time
