Meads Of Asphodel Give Me Fire
Smoke and fire are burning bright, we'll set the
tinderbox alight.
Rising from the ashes the phoenix lives, life and death
the red flame gives.
Give me fire, on which I feed, give me fire, 'cause it's
a need.
Real fine, I can tell, real fine really burns in hell.
Take a breath the heat surmounts, your mind wanders, you
have your doubts.
Brain goes numb, in the heat, body glows, you cling to
your seat.
It's on my head if I burn, sit next to me and take your
turn.
Don't blame the flame by which I'm fueled, one day by
fire we'll all be ruled.