An old highbie went ridin' out one dark and windy day,
Upon a drawbridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty party of slovakian war heroes he saw
Come rushin' through the ragged skies and up a cloudy draw.

Their trousars were still on fire and their armours were made of steel
Their leathersuits were black and shiny and their hot breath you could feel
A bolt of amusement went through him as they thundered through the sky
He saw the party coming hard... and he heard their mournful slovakian war cry

Yipie i oh Yipie i ay
Great Jorgos in the sky.