You and I know life has not been easy
Our lives burn like fire in the kitchen
For warmth, affection, or a guarantee
That we struggle ourselves to find within

But our love runs deeper than black midnight
And the Devil’s number screams in terror.
Because what’s true, is we will always fight.
For ourselves and life and all that’s rarer

Distill our dreams into finer Whiskey
But first, ferment our lofty desire
Complete by age, our maturation key
So warm our souls by Hell’s hottest fire

And let us live throughout eternity
Or as long as we want this dream to be.