Merrily, merrily! We celebrate your doom.
Nothing is more enchanting than a human tomb!
Except, perhaps, a tomb of the Gods!
Their ghastly corpses linger on in our absent noses
As fragrant and sweet as a pocket full of posies !
Millennia of your longings lay buried beneath the sod.
Skeleton bones clatter on coffins like xylophones!!!
Frolicsome! Frolicsome! We waltz around your graves.
As pleasant to us a rotting saint, as a galley full of knaves.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, so the music swirls.
The guest of honour - a buzzing, blue-eyed fly,
Beholds it all! Like a panoramic camera's looming eye,
Deep into the night the festivity whirls.
The dolphins are throwing themselves into the nets,
The prodigies are pumping themselves full of pills.
Harken to my words! My bygone beauties,
The world's end is nigh, and, I, Hades,
Shall finally rule as Lord over this pitiful planet.
Such is the wisdom that Time knows,
With each new epitaph, my army grows.