Rage
Has kept the sound of your heart cutting through my brain
Rage
Is a song from your dream that washed away my pain
Where the melody rose
Then died again and again and again
Till it's lost in vain
Wayhay, does it still mess with you, my friend?
Woho, or did it grow out of trend?
Wayhay, your raging heart never failed to defend your soul
Rage (your sweet rage)
Has echoed again from these headstones
Your sweet rage (your sweet rage)
Is like a warning for a pool of vagabonds
I know they stole your crown
They killed your myth and left it drown in your citadel
While you were homeward bound
But god gave you away and I'm lost then found
Wayhay, does it still mess with you, my friend?
Woho, or did it grow out of trend?
Wayhay, your raging heart never failed to defend your soul
I'm yet to blow the song
The realm is on the fall
And the veteran is dead after all
Wayhay, does it still mess with you, my friend?
Woho, or did it grow out of trend?
Wayhay, your burning shrine will never descend
You're gold