The Rage

From a fire ball we came

Cross sea and mountain

We were drinking beauty with our eyes

We were given all

To make our own

Let us be left alone

Lay the tasks and pay the price

Everything suffice

Crashed and bolted all we craved

After every whim

What a state we're in

Is pain better than the grave?

Well we talk with other men

We see red and then

Deep inside our blood begins to boil

Like a tiger in the cage

We begin to shake with rage