Alan G. Rage
Hell will rise in the heart of a young boy
He will grow into a man of Rage
If his spirit can't fight what is lurking
Watch the world, burn in flames
Grieving fury will never be silenced
Breaks the darkness with a violent dawn
The drums of war sound an omen for battle
The time has come, his sword is drawn
Grief will unleash
Every tear with the fire of the anger of angels
Lost in his need
Vengeance waits for a sign – oh!
Rage
Burns in the hearts of our sons
This is the warning
This is the hour
Pain
Damage that can't be undone
See the anguish
Feel the power
Rage
Future kings who inherit the silence
Bear the penance of the lost and broken
Their generation now doomed by the violence
All their hope, unspoken
Desperate fear
Burdens their souls with the anger of angels
All they hold dear
Crashing down on them now – oh!
Rage
Burns in the hearts of our sons
Fear their silence
Fear the fury
Pain
Damage that can't be undone
We are the guilty
They are the jury
Rage
Tears for a world held hostage
By a boy and his gun
Heaven will weep forever
For the loss of it's sons
Those who live between Heaven and Hell
Out of the shadows their destruction will start
Neglect is the crime, Retribution the weapon
And the day will bow to the darkest of hearts - Oh!
Rage
Burns in the hearts of our sons
This is the warning
This is the hour
Pain
Damage that can't be undone
See the anguish
Feel the power
Rage
Burns in the hearts of our son
Fear their silence
Fear the fury
Pain
Damage that can't be undone
We are the guilty
They are the jury
Rage
