Carne Vale

Drums are beating,
Huzzah! Huzzah!
Trumpets are blowing,
Huzzah! Huzzah!

White as gay,
And black as bold,
Here they are,
From young and old,
Rising up, from their tombs, one and all,
Huzzah! Huzzah!
Trumpets are blowing,
Huzzah! Huzzah!

Gloomy faces with cheery eyes,
Happy faces with teary eyes,
Wrinkles showing experiences,
And paradoxes make them wise.
The old look up,
Huzzah! Huzzah!
Trumpets are blowing,
Huzzah! Huzzah!

Drooping shoulders from mounting debts,
Weary eyes with filled regrets,
Disappointed by their stolen future,
Give a look of yearn towards their bets.
The young look back,
Huzzah! Huzzah!
Drums are beating,
Huzzah! Huzzah!

The milky way then opens her door,
A shining path then touches the floor,
Eyes are sparkling, mouth agape,
The cheers arise as expectations soar.
Looking ahead,
Huzzah! Huzzah!
Drums are beating,
Huzzah! Huzzah!
Trumpets are blowing,
Huzzah! Huzzah!

Cheering and dancing, they make for the door,
Stop a while later, they look to the floor,
A sea of tombs made of flesh and stone,
A raven flies just then, "Nevermore, nevermore!"
All then shout,
Huzzah! Huzzah!
"Carne Vale!"
Huzzah! Huzzah!
Drums beat again,
Huzzah! Huzzah!
Trumpets blow again,
Huzzah! Huzzah!