If you don't know what Filemover or Lifeline are, don't be surprised. This is an inside joke.

This, too, has passed.  Like all things doomed to die,
Filemover's hundred moving parts in a thousand pieces lie.
Tales be told and songs be sung,
The drum be beat and the bell be rung.
We have crushed Filemover and seen it driven before us,
Let the lamentations of its women be our cheerful chorus!
"It's dead!  It's dead!", let them wail; let them moan.
The crops it now reaps are the seeds its incompetence hath sown.
For my part, I lift a cup in celebration of its fate,
And pray that Lifeline, its better son, ne'er warrants this much hate.