The barn house is open

And the spirits are alive

Oh come and dine with us

On this night before we die

We will tell tales from our youth

And recreate the past

Sing tunes of great joy

And make the night last

Temperance will be lifted

With a grand flow of wine

And the angles will wait at the door

In a perfectly straight line

Gods will be shifted

As the music plays on

Rules will be broken

But soon enough, it will be gone

So I invite you my dear friends

To this strange and vivacious place

Where you may pour yourself a goblet of immortality

And raise it to your lips for a taste