Testo To die among strangers

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