Oh,
we are all dying.
Set the men to drinking
and the women crying.
Send up a cloud of ash
let it fall on crashing waters.
Protect your sons,
save your daughters.
Clarion calls
come a running
death beckons
all are welcome.
Or collect your riches
fuck the bitches
and die with a house
of toys.
Enjoy your stay
in a cold lonely grave.
Or live.
Oh.