And red is the place where love makes his bed,
And red is the color of fire.
And red is the thing that we do and dare,
When we snatch the fire brand
And touch the flame to the devil’s lair,
Who tortures its by his hand.
And red is the hole in the depths of the earth,
We would bury the demon in
Who has laughed in such fiendish and lawless mirth
At the wages of lust and sin.