Lord of Bards, to what shall we cheer?
For hope and faith in this nation
As in your eyes, every drunk is a peer
So raise a glass of your holy libation!
Lord of Bards, our faith is thrilling
So in dark times we’ll sing your praise
Another cup of golden filling
We’ll drink the darkness into a haze!
Lord of Bards, this boundless revelry
Has turned to a ritual plight
Our hearts tremble by this devilry
Your libations will send us all benight!
Alas a nation has now succumb
The people’s faith could not suffice
So now alone your melodies you hum
Fore fanatic faith has its price
July 10th - 2023