Mead from Hell
Alestorm Lyrics


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Under the sea, there's a colony of bees
And a man named Fred who will shoot you dead
If you try to steal from his apiary sealed
With magic spells at the gate to hell
He'll kill you in your sleep
If you so much as take a single peek
Set sail across the waves
Where we will stop no man can say
The alcohol stores are running low
So into the deep blue yonder go
Set sail across the waves
Where we will stop no man can say
We'll end our quest by following the smell
That leads us to the Mead from Hell
He brews his mead with psychotropic weeds
That'll get you high, assuming you don't die
And you probably find that it makes you go blind

From the alcoholic proof (it's through the roof)
We seek the mead from hell
The endless search for the infernal hydromel
Set sail across the waves
Where we will stop no man can say
The alcohol stores are running low
So into the deep blue yonder go
Set sail across the waves
Where we will stop no man can say
We'll end our quest by following the smell
That leads us to the Mead from Hell
We've found the mead from hell
The infernal hydromel
The booze is in our grasp
Now it's time to kick your ass




Set sail! Set sail! Set sail!
Set sail for the Mead from Hell

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Alestorm's song Mead from Hell tell a story of a group of sailors on a quest for the fabled Mead from Hell. The song begins by describing the dangers beneath the sea, including a colony of bees and a man named Fred who will kill anyone who tries to steal from his apiary. The Mead from Hell is said to be sealed with magic spells at the gate to hell, adding to the mystery and intrigue of the quest.


As the sailors set sail across the waves, they realize that their alcohol stores are running low, and they must venture into the deep blue yonder to find the Mead from Hell. The lyrics suggest that the mead is brewed with psychotropic weeds, which will get you high, but may also make you go blind. However, the sailors are undeterred in their quest, and continue to search for the infernal hydromel.


Eventually, the sailors do find the Mead from Hell, and the lyrics suggest that it is so potent that it's time to "kick your ass". Overall, the lyrics of Mead from Hell are a playful and tongue-in-cheek tale of adventure and excessive partying, with a nod to mythical and supernatural themes.


Line by Line Meaning

Under the sea, there's a colony of bees
Deep inside the ocean lies a group of buzzing bees


And a man named Fred who will shoot you dead
A person named Fred who has no fear to kill anyone trespassing his territory


If you try to steal from his apiary sealed
If you attempt to loot from his closed bee farm


With magic spells at the gate to hell
There are supernatural enchantments at the entrance to the deadly place


He'll kill you in your sleep
He will not hesitate to murder you in your dreams


If you so much as take a single peek
Even taking a little glance could cost you your life


Set sail across the waves
Start your journey through the waters


Where we will stop no man can say
The destiny of the voyage is still unknown and unpredictable


The alcohol stores are running low
The drinks aboard the ship are finishing soon


So into the deep blue yonder go
Hence, we have to venture into the unknown waters to find more alcohol


He brews his mead with psychotropic weeds
The person creators his drink using hallucinogenic plants


That'll get you high, assuming you don't die
The brew will give you a high feel, but there are chances of death too


And you probably find that it makes you go blind
Consuming the drink will most likely result in blindness


From the alcoholic proof (it's through the roof)
The percentage of alcohol in the drink is extremely high


We seek the mead from hell
We are in pursuit of the infamous drink from the hellish location


The endless search for the infernal hydromel
Our journey to track down the cursed mead has been continuous


We've found the mead from hell, The infernal hydromel
Finally, we have located the cursed drink


The booze is in our grasp, Now it's time to kick your ass
Now that we have the alcohol in our possession, we're going to party hard


Set sail! Set sail! Set sail! Set sail for the Mead from Hell
Let's sail back, the alcohol hunt has reached its successful conclusion




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: CHRISTOPHER BOWES, LASSE LAMMERT

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