Bless Us, O God. Bless our food and our drink.
Underneath icy mud and slush they sink.
After filling their stomachs up to the brink.
After numerous overflowing glasses that one could hear clink.
Bless Us, O God. Bless our food and our drink.
Lurks upon you, Cereberus, the three headed best,
As you dine and dine your sumptuous feast.
Leaving behind nothing for the poor and hungry who deserved a loaf of bread at the least.
Bless Us, O God. Bless our food and our drink.
Gula's woman guzzles her drink, as she sits atop a pig.
Demons and nude women drink and eat, some eating beyond fetching, some retching.
You hear the clock, tock, tock, tick.
