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 win what a stake we're in
Is pain better than the grave?
When, when we talk without the mend
We see red and men
Deep inside our blood begins to boil
Like a tiger in the cage
We begin to shake with rage

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