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

 

(Jerome Reuter, "Rome")

Done