Zhasnuté, zamknuté, cintorín šiel spať.
A náš milý hrobár ide pečeň prechlastať.
Priamo dolu ulicou do nebeských dverí,
kde sa Anča krčmárka na hrobára škerí.
Pri stole už Jošo s poldecákmi máva, starý kamoš Miňo ruku mu podáva.
Hrobárovi kamoši vždy poslušne slopú,
celú noc krcajú, na druhý deň kopú.
Veľa chlastu, žrádla - hrobárovi padla!
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Shift Ends
Loghts turned off and the doors are locked, the cementery went to sleep.
And our dear grave digger is going to destroy his liver drinking.
Straight down the road where the heavenly gates of the pub
where Annie the bartender smiles at him.
His friend Joe wawes at him with shotglasses in hand, his old pal Minho is shaking his hand.
The fellas of the grave digger always drink like beasts
puke the whole night and work the next day.
The Brazilian metal outfit teaches a lesson in exemplary thrash, delivering palm-mute chugging, dexterous fretwork, and infuriated-but-intelligible vocals on every song Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 21, 2021