(Tipton/Halford/Downing)

From a fireball we came
Crossed sea and mountain
We were drinking beauty with our eyes

We were given all to make our own
Let us be left alone

Laid the tasks and paid the price
Everything survives [bad word] and bolted all the great

After every win, what a stake we're in!
It's paying better than the grave

When we talk without amend
We see red and then
Deep inside the blood begins to boil

Like a tiger in the cage
We begin to shake with rage