Death to the World

O Come All Ye Old Ones

Do You Fear What I Fear?

I'm Dreaming of a Dead City

On this night I implore each and every one of you to ponder the the true meaning of the occasion and, in those quiet moments when you are free to reflect upon the meaning of it all, away from the merry-making and the boisterous festivities, to ask yourself, Who Will Be Eaten First?