The Rage - Judas Priest

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

It’s paying better than the grain

When we talk without amend

We see better men

Deep inside our blood begins to boil

Like a tiger in the cage

Will begin to shake with rage