To die among strangers

To 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
You could have been the last
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.