So thirty souls from the beyond return to dear New Albion As a new computer speicies but The Voodoopunks my friends, well they never rise again their tale i'm quite afraid is done
though i love you all my dears, i'm afraid the time is here to depart the city we all love there are other places more on this world to explore and the time to see them now has come
here's to the tales of ghosts and card games civil wars, soldiers and soirees talking mice, lines of red haired gangsters, and dead things with which we play
so say our goodbyes to this dear city will we return here, who's to say? We'll meet you next time across the ocean the future my friends, is on its way