Dull care is slain By the power Of our ancient rites One flame alone Must light this pyre Of pure eternal flame Bring fire! Our funeral pyre awaits the corpse of care Ferried across the shadowy tide In all the ancient majesty of death Fools! Ye burn me once again! Me ye cannot slay I spit upon Your fire! In the flames that eat thine effigy We will read the sign: Midsummer Sets us free!