Nå ska me ta ein liten sang
Den dreie seg om alkohol
Me har ingen sånne tekstar
Me vil gjerna ha litt spekter
Suttung fulgte hakk i hel
Odin kicka assen hans
Suttung leve ei mer lenger
Me har all den mjød me treng
Full av all dis galskap
Ska fyra opp ein liten tjall
Setta på litt svartmetall
Sammen med min beste venn
Odin ga oss
Suttung sitt mjød
Det magiske mjød
Det daglige brød
Odin ga oss
Suttung sitt mjød
Det magiske mjød
Det e bedre enn øl
Nattens sønner at og lengter
Så ska me pula Odins enka
Mens me råe riff ska sjenka
Svarte rever dekk attens
Sjå Kvelertaks bestilens
Odin ga oss
Suttung sitt mjød
Det magiske mjød
Det daglige brød
Odin ga oss
Suttung sitt mjød
Det magiske mjød
Det e bedre enn øl
Odin ga oss
Suttung sitt mjød
Det magiske mjød
Det daglige brød
[English translation:]
Now where gonna sing a little song
It is about alcohol

We have no such texts
We want some spectrum
Odin gave his heartblood
(...)
Suttung followed notch in full
Odin kicked his ass*
Suttung isn't alive anymore
We have all the mead we need
Full of all this madness
(...)
Gonna lighten up a little haschish pinch
Turn on some black metal
Along with my best friend
Odin gave us
Suttung's mead
The magical mead
The daily bread
Odin gave us
Suttung's mead
The magical mead
It is better than beer
The nights sons "at and longing"
(...)
Then where gonna fuck Odins widow
While where bestowing raw riff's
Pain, joints and decadence
Look at kvelertaks pestilence
Odin gave us
Suttung's mead
The magical mead
The daily bread
Odin gave us
Suttung's mead
The magical mead
It is better than beer
Odin gave us
Suttung's mead
The magical mead
The daily bread
Odin gave us
Suttung's mead
The magical mead
It is better than beer