No Direction Home by Eldritch
We are the age, no restriction shall stop the brave
We've got the rage of who's trapped in a fancy cage
The rage of the useless scorn of the unaware new born
We've got the flame and the fear of the dark's been lost
We've got the blame and the cure in our thirsty veins
We pine the deadly blow from a world that changed too fast
grown too slow...
One of the Heaven's bringer of despair, stop us if you can
with thunder rising from thin air,
show the power, show the might, show the light
We've got the greed of locust that flies, kills and breeds
We've got the speed, but we drive over boundless fields
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