And we shall roll the dice of fortune
On meat and fruit shall we feast
And the forces of labour shall serve us
And clothe us in silk from the east
Io Saturnalia
As the goat sails though the night sea
And thoughts of our plight are forgot
Our pleasure soon wanes with the moon
As Macrobius writes of our lot
Io Saturnalia
Yet today we shall drink of the vine
With Bacchus and Saturn we are one
For tomorrow shall we be enslaved
Under the gaze of the unconquered sun
Io Saturnalia