| Song | The Ale House Braves - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Orange Goblin |
| Album | Healing Through Fire |
| 作词 : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward | |
| Take your fancy potions and your royal old wives | |
| Tell the ale-house braves they better run for their lives | |
| Have you seen the children with the blood on their hands? | |
| Have you heard about the terror spreading through the land? ' | |
| Cos the god you pray to sees the sinners and saints | |
| But he doesn't give a damn about the people he taints | |
| See the hounds of | |
| Fleet Street in their tatters and rags | |
| Selling false premonitions for a penny a bag | |
| All the lords and ladies with their diamonds and pearls | |
| Throwing stones in glass houses, not a care in the world | |
| Take your fancy crystals and your fossilised bone | |
| Tell the ale-house braves the devil's gauntlet is thrown | |
| Belly full of whiskey and a pocket full of rope | |
| No fear in dying when you've lost your only hope | |
| The searchers round on you before your final breath | |
| Essence of life surrenders in the face of death | |
| Adverse repulsion seems to drive you to the grave | |
| No hearts on fire can persuade you to be saved | |
| Blood-sucking leeches have grown bigger in the sun | |
| The roses on the stone tell what you have become | |
| Take your fancy potions and your royal old wives | |
| Tell the ale-house braves they better pray for their lives |
| zuò cí : Hoare, Millard, Turner, Ward | |
| Take your fancy potions and your royal old wives | |
| Tell the alehouse braves they better run for their lives | |
| Have you seen the children with the blood on their hands? | |
| Have you heard about the terror spreading through the land? ' | |
| Cos the god you pray to sees the sinners and saints | |
| But he doesn' t give a damn about the people he taints | |
| See the hounds of | |
| Fleet Street in their tatters and rags | |
| Selling false premonitions for a penny a bag | |
| All the lords and ladies with their diamonds and pearls | |
| Throwing stones in glass houses, not a care in the world | |
| Take your fancy crystals and your fossilised bone | |
| Tell the alehouse braves the devil' s gauntlet is thrown | |
| Belly full of whiskey and a pocket full of rope | |
| No fear in dying when you' ve lost your only hope | |
| The searchers round on you before your final breath | |
| Essence of life surrenders in the face of death | |
| Adverse repulsion seems to drive you to the grave | |
| No hearts on fire can persuade you to be saved | |
| Bloodsucking leeches have grown bigger in the sun | |
| The roses on the stone tell what you have become | |
| Take your fancy potions and your royal old wives | |
| Tell the alehouse braves they better pray for their lives |