Paroles de Banquet

The night was plagued by storms People came in swarms Trying to keep warm All to the house of the overlord Through the night they came Came for food and game The poor, weak, the lame All to the house of the overlord All through the year they would work and they'd sweat And wait for the time of the year Wait for the time when the man from the mansion Would open his house and appear Wealthy and regal, inviting the people To sit at the tables and dine Drinking their health he would serve them himself With his music, his food and his wine