with hate, Our hearts with rage 10.000 dreams, for glory rise Now they're awaiting the hand of fate tonight So we have gathered here beyond the endless
nowhere I'll be here awhile But the dawn has come into the endless night and everything's going to be alright but at thirty years of age through frolic and in rage
't going nowhere I'll be here a while But the dawn has come into the endless night and everything's going to be alright but at thirty years of age through frolic and in rage
burst Torn apart Eat the heart Vengeance taking form Endless hatred for the living Plundering the world Paroxysm of the damned Rapture of their rage
their own, they will drown Surrounded by disgust Pounded into dust Battle rages on Bleeding wounded scream Clubs shatter bones Swords sever limbs Their blind rage
: [Music and Lyrics by A. Webster] Butchering the helpless Was his way of life Uncontrolled rage Internal strife The pain he dealt out was never repaid
Torn apart Eat the heart Vengeance taking form Endless hatred for the living Plunderng the world Paroxysm of the damned Rapture of their rage Euphoria
the pain and bring my boy back to me again? Oh oh oh.... I watched them sail from the rocks below me, 'Twas like the sea in its endless rage, Many fall
alive I'm alive I'm alive I'm alive Danger, then, cannot be considered I rage again, dispelling my anger Where do I begin? The choices are endless My
sickening monstrous sight Through the stifling heat Underneath the pale green moon I burned with a thirst To seek things not yet seen Climbing endless
prophet's sinister A sickening monstrous sight Through the stifling heat underneath the pale green moon Hungered with the thirst to see things not yet seen Climbing endless
a charming and eccentric loving father She was praised as the perfect teenage girl And everyone thought highly of her And she tried everyday With endless
rovin' years of endless jeers Have dried all that was left Calm the ocean breeze Quiet the raging sea This stormy ship we sail Is a bottle filled with rage
be their sacrifice So this is my golgatha, so this is my grave The theives, the liars, the hypocrit scum I'd slay them if I only could The endless sand
sea Risen towards the eternal sky The land lays open and free Up high the Mountains Where the wind catch its speed and chill Snowstorms are born And rage
of an illustrated page, and a lonesome muted stringling with a rapt remedial gaze, the poverty of his language and the wealth of his emotion bring him endless
things my own way, with my own eyes With my hands i turn the screws In my life i decide Youre bent on under the will of endless dogmatic restraints I will rage
