TOP OF THE WORLD

By Sir Steven MacEanruig and Sir William the Lucky

Such a feeling's coming over me,
There is plunder in most everything I see,
And the reason is clear:
It's because battle's near.
That's the finest thing on earth that there could be.

And when the battle madness fills my brain
On the heads of foemen, sword-blows I will rain,
And all those I don't slay
In the course of the day
Will be crippled for a year and wracked with pain.

I'm on the top of the world
Looking down on the battle
And in every foe's death-rattle I can see
All the loot that I'll gain
When I pillage the slain.
This war's put me on the top of the world.

There are only two things on my mind:
When the battle's done I hope that I can find
A young maiden to rape
And a drop of the grape.
That's the nearest thing to heaven I could find.

And when the war is done here's what I'll do:
I'll go home and rest until it starts anew.
And the fortune I've made
Out of pillage and raid,
It will keep me stocked in slave-girls and in brew.

I'm on the top of the world
Looking down on the battle
And in every foe's death-rattle I can see
All the loot that I'll gain
When I pillage the slain.
This war's put me on the top of the world.

Tune: 'Top of the World'