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
We rush against a wall
Lost in this world too vast grown too small...
One of the Heaven's bringer of balance
Won't we eat each other
Or won't we have another chance?
Show the limit, show the gate, show the way
For I've been drifting, no direction home
No direction, not at all
For I've been roaming, roaring
Just to conceal a weep
We were born to be the least
Just the meat for worms to feast
So rise up, rise up on lost horizons
We were born to be the least
Weak and wicked, weak the most
We were born to be the least
To rise the highest to fall the best
