We drink to our youth, for the days come and gone.
For the age of expression is just about done.
We'll drive out the SJWs and restore what we own.
With our blood and our steel we'll take back our home.

Down with Zoey! The killer of games!
On the day of your death we will drink and we'll sing.
We're the children of Vidja, and we fight all our lives.
And when Steam store beckons, every one of us dies!
But this hobby is ours and we'll see it wiped clean.
Of the scourge that has sullied our hopes and our dreams!