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