Craving - Blood Ov Franconia
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(Oah)

(Yeaaaaah)

Let me tell you a story about a city of gold
But this gold is fluid and frequently sold
Almost thousand years old
Untouched by war it stands strong
A century of beer brewing culture
Called Franconian Rome

When the moon shines bright
And the stars guide the path
You must be prepared
For Franconian wrath
Drink as much as you can
We have enough booze for a flood
Taste the piece of our culture
Taste Franconian blood

It floats through our veins
Fills our bellies with pride
City of pregnant men
Here you find your lights
Light them up with fire
Of our power giving brew
Have fun, enjoy your life
Drink, party and screw

As Rome it stands on seven hills
Surrounded by forests and mountains
Untouched by wars it got preserved
From horrors of war and destruction
Its town hall stands on the water
Two bridges connect it with land
Those filled with thirsty folks, who need a hand
To grab one of many Bamberg brews

(Uuuuuh)

Once a man forgot his brew
Blood ov Franconia
Let it brew without a clue
Blood ov Franconia
And so Schenkerla was born
Blood ov Franconia
And there is more beer to come
Blood ov Franconia

Untouched by wars it got preserved
From horrors of war and destruction
Its town hall stands on the water
Two bridges connect it with land

Those filled with thirsty folks, who need a hand
To grab one of many Bamberg brews
To get drunk and sing songs
In the name of Christophorus Clavius

Hundred ten liters of beer
Blood ov Franconia
Drinks the average German per year
Blood ov Franconia
In Bamberg it's 280 liters
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280 liters per head
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Eighteen hundred thirty one
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City had only ten thousand men
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Sixty-four beer breweries
Blood ov Franconia
You won't get thirsty in this city of stories
Blood ov Franconia

When the moon shines bright
And the stars guide the path
You must be prepared
For Franconian wrath
Drink as much as you can
We have enough booze for a flood
Taste the piece of our culture
Taste Franconian blood

It floats through our veins
Fills our bellies with pride
City of pregnant men
Here you find your lights
Light them up with fire
Of our power giving brew
Have fun, enjoy your life
Drink, party and screw

(Yeaaaaah)

Blood ov Franconia

Blood ov Franconia

Blood ov Franconia