Feast During the Plague

Gentlemen? Why is it so quiet?
Do you hear the hooves clattering outside the window?
Nonsense.
It is just us here. And our exquisite wine.


(Bass kicks in, driving rhythm, tense)
Bar the doors, throw the keys to the fires of hell!
Let the city howl, let it rot in its shell.
We built a paradise here of velvet and lies,
Where every breath cuts like a knife in disguise.
Look at me! I am your king and your fool,
While outside the demons are making the rule.


Do we have an hour? Or maybe just two?
My head is spinning, the madness is true!
Don't fear the stains on your silk and your lace,
Fear the trembling I see on your face!

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This is the Feast!
On the ruins of reason, we stand!
This is the Ball!
Where Death is a whore, and Life’s just a game in our hand!
Pour it out!
Let the glasses clash, drowning the funeral bell!
There is no way back,
We have all fallen down into Hell!





The neighbor on the right turned pale... what a shame.
She just feels faint, it is part of the game.
Take her away! Do not ruin my view!
This is a triumph, not a morgue for the few!
I demand your smiles, I demand your fire,
Love this night more than your deepest desire!


Who said "The End"?
I gave no command to die!
We will dance!
We will stomp on this floor!
Until it cracks underneath us!
Do you hear it? Do you hear that rhythm?
It’s not a heart...
It’s the Commander’s footsteps!
But I don't give a damn!



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This is the Feast!
On the wreckage of stars, we ignite!
This is the Ball!
Make this moment eternal, burn bright!
Drink it down!
Drain the cup to the dregs, let your throat sear and burn!
Stare Fate in the eyes,
And simply refuse to turn...
Away!


More wine.