Wedding Feast

[Verse 1: Kip Blachshire]

Brother, dear brother, I came as quickly as I could

The digital haze is broken

The banished ones are gone for good

Gone for good

[Verse 2: Prince and Milenia]

Now there must be a wedding

A Wedding

Now there must be a feast

A feast, a feast, a smorgasbord at least

A brunch, a munch of cake if just a piece

Not just a vat of chitlins

Or turkey meat you see

We are what we eat, so we must eat a leaf

We'll dine under a tree

Unless it snows