"welcome ! to the farm in ruins again !
The wind whispers besides the feed tower,
Rabbit corpses will show us the way !
We are collected woeful around a book
Made of pigeonflesh. bring us the pig !"
So spoke the swine on this night of sacrifice,
As the acrid smoke of the burning rabbit
Corpses rose to the sky...
Then rang the sound of bones thrown into the well
"never mind" said the swine, "when they wake up
They'll burn straight in hell. gruiiik !"
Draw a pentacle on the ground,
Put a piece of bread inside
And a feather in your ass
In nomine canardum - quack !
Demonducks - rise !
Hear the sound of beating wings !
Hear the mighty chants of war
Of the quacking hordes of hell !
Behold their grim yellow beaks as they drown
The farm again in their darkness...
"you foolish screwtails ! what have you done,
The farmer's awake and soon you'll be gone !
Behold the kitchen garden, among those plants
Hides the only way, your only chance...
Now i'm getting old, my dark wings are torn
But over there in town, a pigeon was born
Summon his name, for we birds shall never fail...
Quack, quack, quack, quack !"