Amanita

In the forest, deep and green
A sight for Viking eyes to see
A fungus bright, a polka-dot friend
Grows in the roots of an ancient tree

Its cap is red, its spots are white
A treasure waiting for the taking
For mighty warriors of the north
A fearless brew we'll soon be making

Amanita, fly agaric
Oh, what a magical delight
A potion for the berserker's rage
To get through a long and arduous fight

We'll chop them up and put them in a pot
A simmering, mystical stew
For a taste of madness and of might
A recipe that's tried and true

The cauldron bubbles, steam ascends
A fragrant scent fills the cold air
We add some herbs, a touch of honey
To take away our every care

The brew is ready, thick and dark
We raise our mugs and make a toast
To Odin's glory, and to the mushrooms
The ones we cherish and love the most

Amanita, fly agaric
Oh, what a magical delight
A potion for the berserker's rage
To get through a long and arduous fight

We'll chop them up and put them in a pot
A simmering, mystical stew
For a taste of madness and of might
A recipe that's tried and true

We feel the power in our veins
A fire burning, hot and strong
No fear, no pain, just pure fury
To right the wrongs and to belong

We charge into the fray
With shields and axes raised up high
Fueled by the mushroom's potent gift
We'll fight until the day we die

Amanita, fly agaric
Oh, what a magical delight (a magical delight)
A potion for the berserker's rage
To get through a long and arduous fight

We'll chop them up and put them in a pot
A simmering, mystical stew
For a taste of madness and of might
A recipe that's tried and true