The Rage

From a fireball we came

Crossed sea and mountain

We were drinking beauty with our eyes

We were given all

To make our own

Let us be left alone



Laid the tasks and paid the price

Everything survives

Crushed and bolted all the grain

At every wind

What a state we're in

Is pain better than the grave?



When we talk without amen

We see red and then

Deep inside, our blood begins to boil

Like a tiger

In the cage

We begin to shake with the Rage!