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

Lay the tasks and pay the price, everything suffice
Crushed and bolted all we craved
After every whim, what a state 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

Copyright: REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Writer(s): Glenn Raymond Tipton, Kenneth Downing, Robert Halford