*Tomorrow we'll die
Before we must
Let us have cake
Eat at the tables
Of the Last Divine Feast
Offerings of Body and Blood
Lift them up to the High Heavens
Merrymen of Iron Clad Societies
Drink their timely poisons
Sing their merriments upon deities
Be merry my young folk
Eat, Drink until your stomachs are plump
For Tomorrow We Die*