Tonight we feast and
Wave away thy pain
Join in to join thy for
Drink. the red scarlet dye


Who will rain The sound
And dance the top Sand
The silent hour of the dark
Where thy merriment is made


The flatten bottle the broken
One's and clang one's like a
Striking metal to metal. With
Thy clamour and thy Claret.


They took the congnac thy
Eyes were heavy, the clutter
Ways were done. Some one
Is dying.


Thy conjure some tricks on
Him.All hail the Conjurer.
Clang thy bottle and make
Thy way out the battle.


Flattened on the ground.
Moving not the eyes.
Hence the crank man knows
The answer.


Someone is dying, someone is dying
The hefty hairy man
He took thy congnac
And knock thy self off.


The little dandy Man
Someone is dying, someone is dying
Take thy breath
And honour the gods


He took thy congnac and drive
Off to hell. I'll take my hood and
Get pass the horde
Take thy phila thy antidote