| Song | Mead from Hell |
| Artist | Alestorm |
| Album | Sunset on the Golden Age (Limited Edition) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Under the sea, there‘s 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 | |
| He‘ll kill you in your sleep | |
| If you so much as take a single peek | |
| 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 | |
| We‘ll end our quest by following the smell | |
| That leads us to the Mead from Hell | |
| He brews his mead with psychotropic weeds | |
| That‘ll get you high, assuming you don‘t die | |
| And you probably find that it makes you go blind | |
| From the alcoholic proof (it‘s 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 | |
| We‘ll end our quest by following the smell | |
| That leads us to the Mead from Hell | |
| We‘ve found the mead from hell | |
| The infernal hydromel | |
| The booze is in our grasp | |
| Now it‘s time to kick your ass | |
| Set sail! Set sail! Set sail! | |
| Set sail for the Mead from Hell |
| Under the sea, there' s 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 | |
| He' ll kill you in your sleep | |
| If you so much as take a single peek | |
| 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 | |
| We' ll end our quest by following the smell | |
| That leads us to the Mead from Hell | |
| He brews his mead with psychotropic weeds | |
| That' ll get you high, assuming you don' t die | |
| And you probably find that it makes you go blind | |
| From the alcoholic proof it' s 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 | |
| We' ll end our quest by following the smell | |
| That leads us to the Mead from Hell | |
| We' ve found the mead from hell | |
| The infernal hydromel | |
| The booze is in our grasp | |
| Now it' s time to kick your ass | |
| Set sail! Set sail! Set sail! | |
| Set sail for the Mead from Hell |
| Under the sea, there' s 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 | |
| He' ll kill you in your sleep | |
| If you so much as take a single peek | |
| 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 | |
| We' ll end our quest by following the smell | |
| That leads us to the Mead from Hell | |
| He brews his mead with psychotropic weeds | |
| That' ll get you high, assuming you don' t die | |
| And you probably find that it makes you go blind | |
| From the alcoholic proof it' s 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 | |
| We' ll end our quest by following the smell | |
| That leads us to the Mead from Hell | |
| We' ve found the mead from hell | |
| The infernal hydromel | |
| The booze is in our grasp | |
| Now it' s time to kick your ass | |
| Set sail! Set sail! Set sail! | |
| Set sail for the Mead from Hell |