My stein is filled with deliverance.
Drink my friend, be merry.
Waste not a drop of precious sacrifice.
Savor its copper taste, enjoy
the exquisite bouquet, vintage 68.

Hasten not the visions conjured,
feel them course your veins
and mingle with forgotten souls.
Let yourself drift with
their powerful hallucinogens.

Float into truth, circulate
the horrors within.
Never forget what terror
meant and layed dormant until now.
Exhume yourself.

Drink-up, here's to our sanity.
May you never feel the pain of malice
or experience Trials of Hades.
For doom grows with ingestion
and fear is imminent.