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 After every wind what a stake we're in Is pain better than the grave? When we talk without amend we see red And then deep inside our blood begins to boil Like a tiger in the cage We begin to shake with rage