Under the sea, thereÂŽs a colony of bees And a man named Fred who will shoot you dead If you try to steal from his apiary sealed With magic spells at the gate to hell
HeÂŽll kill you in your sleep If you so much as take a single peak
Set sail across the waves Where we will stop no man can say The alcohol stores are running low So into the deep blue yonder go Set sail across the waves Where we will stop no man can say WeÂŽll end our quest by following the smell That leads us to the Mead from Hell
He brews his mead with psychotropic weeds ThatÂŽll get you high, assuming you dont die And you probably find that it makes you go blind From the alcoholic proof (itÂŽs through the roof) We seek the mead from hell The endless search for the infernal hydromel
Set sail across the waves Where we will stop no man can say The alcohol stores are running low So into the deep blue yonder go Set sail across the waves Where we will stop no man can say WeÂŽll end our quest by following the smell That leads us to the Mead from Hell
WeÂŽve found the mead from hell The infernal hydromel The booze is in our grasp Now itÂŽs time to kick your ass
Set sail ! Set sail ! Set sail ! Set sail for the Mead from Hell
Mettons les voiles Ă travers les vagues, OĂč nous nous arrĂȘterons, aucun homme ne peut dire, Que les magasins dâalcool sont faibles, Donc, allons lĂ -bas dans les profondeurs bleues, Mettons les voiles Ă travers les vagues, LĂ oĂč nous nous arrĂȘtons aucun homme ne peut dire, Que nous terminerons notre quĂȘte en suivant lâodeur,