“The feast is about to begin!”
The Grandfather declared
“All those standing take a seat”
“For we are all brothers and sisters”

The table went on for six miles
The growls of empty stomachs and the clinking, clanking of fine china are all the noise that is heard
All eyes are on the Grandfather

“Tonight we prepare for a holy banquet”
“The limbs and organs of our enemies vanquished”
“And jugs of their blood leftover”
“Bowls of soup made from scraps of fallen soldiers”
“In honor of their formidable fight”
“I raise a glass and hold it high”

A golden goblet of blood in his wrinkled hand

“All is well my children dear”
“My women and men”
“Our foes are beaten”
“Their carcasses are not wasted”
“They are scheduled to be eaten”
“May our appetites yield to toil”
“To the victors go the spoils!”