Your flaming face is a folly of fools
While I recline in the corner sitting on a stool
Now the rules are random and incredibly cruel
You shuffling along with my (?) boots
I snooze in the shade of a fern on a hill
While they ooze and they fade from the burning still
And the ashes from the slashes on the regions of earth
Will combine with the blood from your legions first
There will be no us, (?) by your curse
While I cruise through the flesh in my (?)
With my (?) of (?) and a heart of bronze
And her silent speech, needing no response
Burning bridges so they swim slow across the sea
Driven away by the flames of her and me
Burning bridges so they swim slow across the sea
Driven away by the flames from you and me
From you and me
You and me (x4)
Her and me