
Deck the Halls - 2nd edition
[into] Deck the halls before tomorrow Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la We've sworn the Lady all to follow Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Ready tools and load the wagon Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Or to lunch turn for our dragon Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la [verse1] From the graveyard corpses borrow Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Sneaky be or folks will follow Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la If they do it is their sorrow Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la They will never see tomorrow Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la [verse2] Steal from where graves are shallow Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Not from where the soils been hallowed Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Cut them down from nearest gallow Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Swiftly act, return to shadow Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la [chorus] The road here, rumored, full of dangers Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la It's weird, 'cause we found only rangers Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Their bodies now stacked in our chambers Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Now walls we paint with blood from strangers Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la [verse3] Fill the halls with screams and crying Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Spies from outside will soon be prying Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Candles made from people frying Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Scrolls from skin, no point denying Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la [verse4] The witch hunters were all mistaken Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la None will leave, their legs now shaking Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Their spells all fail, their shield is breaking Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Soon they'll face both pain and aching Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la [bridge] Set ablaze that fair young maiden Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la From the last night's village raiding Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Bring her parents close in chain Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Soon they'll join to feed the flame Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la [verse5] That druid swiftly changed to sparrow Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la But our exit was to narrow Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Old wound hurting, knee and arrow Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Soon we'll feast upon his marrow Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la [verse6] Steal the butchers bloody apron Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Don it for our ghastly matron Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Soon the old one will awaken Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la No more will we be forsaken Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la [outro] I hear the wagon, guests arriving Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Some for the feast will need reviving Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la The mentally disturbed are thriving Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la The undead legion now is jiving Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

