The bride is here, the wedding guests abound,
The friends are present, comrades all around.
But the groom, alas, the kingly groom,
Another has arrived, sealing our doom.
Thieves to the thieves' own house have come,
Behold, the thieves, their thieving done.
The bride is here, the wedding guests they came,
The friends are present, but not the same.
But the groom, oh, the groom has fled away,
Thieves to the thieves' own house, astray.
Behold,
Thieves to the thieves' own house today.
Such joy we feel, this very night,
Embrace the pleasure, hold me tight.
Do not be shy, raise up your glass,
Drink deep yourself, and let it pass.
In revelry, let us sway and bend,
Kiss the goblet, and transcend.
The colors of intoxication spread,
Thieves to the thieves' own house, instead.
Behold,
Thieves to the thieves' own house, now dead.
Such a trump card, a winning hand,
The entire gathering, in a drunken band.
You are sober, we are, too, it's true,
But the world around is lost to view.
Your defeat is here, your game is done,
Your trickery has failed, your race is run.
The thieves' own plunder, they now consume,
Thieves to the thieves' own house, a tomb.
Behold, behold,
Thieves to the thieves' own house, consume.
Behold,
Thieves to the thieves' own house, doomed.
Behold, behold,
Thieves to the thieves' own house, consumed.
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