To a find a cooler place in the grass To brave my fire A jury heard, a sentence passed To brave my fire We lust for the wine you bolt Like all things impure, like all things undead We beg from these swine Who told you to love and endure And to live in our stead The whores of rome and the kings of france Have tried to brave my fire Now the snakes curl up, the curtains part Will you try to brave my fire? We lust for the wine you bolt Like all things impure, like all things undead We beg from these swine Who told you to love and endure And to live in our stead To find a little place in the grass Tune up for the funeral march Keep your treason brittle as glass You could have been the first Could have been the last to brave my fire
