The Gala of the Gods

[betalibrae]

Feast upon blood and wine, the appetite's of hunger.
Drown yourselves in the spirit of the younger.

Everything is prepared, the tables are set!
Anyone not here sleeps in regret!

For the god's are coming to share their light.
Blessing mortals from all their plight.

Releasing the vital clues to all questions.
More nonsense in all sections.

Drunkeness in the uttermost sense,
Releasing the mind's thirst for the dense.

The gala of the god's has commenced,
The play of innocense, pretense that's immensed.

Come along and play with those from above,
For you are the same, for the sake of love.