This Mead Is Making Me Warlike

Could it be the halfling brew? No Could it have been the Elvin Wines? No, but now I'm drunk and pissed I sought the inn, a den of sin, to find some work or better, A pint, a gill, exotic swill, to me it does nto matter To sit among the henchmen and scum, it has me heavy drinking I toast my horn to anger adn scorn Ah, this mead is making me warlike Let the brawl begin Humanoids, laughter and noise, drinking together, slow service this tavern An easy fight by torchlight though I have a heart for battle To sit among the henchmen and scum, it has me heavy drinking I toast my horn to anger adn scorn Ah, this mead is making me warlike Yay to you who has teh honor to meet me in my challenge Yay to you who has the pride, the pride I have for combat Fill my cup or it shall be your neck Swift my axe, barrage of attacks Red with the blood of the melee Join the fun, there's nowhere to run, this mead is making me warlike To sit among the henchmen and scum, it has me heavy drinking Toast your horn to anger and scorn Ah, this mead is making me warlike