5.Savage anger
Savage anger
begets power!
Like a dark brook of blood
That pulses from avulsed wound
Made by rusty piece of metal
This power is clean in its innocence
And cruel indefinitely in its purity
All social boundaries are irrelevant
I spit on your laws with crackpot’s saliva
I dont care about words, I cant hear them now
My ears are tinkling from the sound of sirens
Im running away from your claws
I will not die, I will get angrier
You'll never catch a lone and honored wolf
Even if the pack is dead
Save my freedom
By cutting your thraot
Foamed I will fight
While the fire burns inside
My light is still trembling
Its not dead yet
My light is still trembling
And will never fade away!