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