| 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 & wicked, weak the most | |
| We were born to be the least, wo rise the highest to fall the best |