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