Forget what you will
And wash out the stains
Follow the thrill
That flushes your vains
When storms stand still
The calm still rages
Still seeks for the kill
My wrath of ages
Torn between the poles
Sleeping breathless
Nothing left but holes
Falling screamless
Restore your true name
Remember your past
What good is the fame
If you're not made to last
Are you ready to let
Lions out of the cages?
Are you ready to bet
Your wrath of ages?
Hate helps me to get through
This misery and pain
I live my life as I want to
Being proud of who I really am
Here I stand in front of you
And you won't see me fail
Through the thin soles
Of worn sneakers
The noise still consoles
Pushing out of the speakers