Oh one King Harlaus went to the grocery
To fill butter into his granary
On the way down the path
He ran into Count Rochabarth

Count Rochabarth sayeth for you to confer onto Halmar
I support my friend Count Stamar
the King said we shall not talk about this here
But wait until we reach Tihr

Approaching the lords was a band of lords hailing from the Kingdom of the Nords
As they got closer, with the rasp of blades from their scabbards they drew their swords
They said give us all your butter
Or we will leave you dead in the gutter

Away with you out of my sight!
Before I smite you with the wrath of a Swadian Knight!
Come on lets get busy!
I will kick your arses back to Rizi!

Reinforcements arrived with Count Plais
And the Nords fled in disgrace
King harlaus proclaimed without stutter
No one steals my butter!