Feeding the Fire with Tears and blood

We are at the summit of the highest mountain

We are at the bottom of the deepest lake

We are at the center of the raging fire

We are at the outskirts to claim our stake

We are born of joy and frustration

We are born of love and desperation

We are born of hate and perseverance

We are born of anger and deliverance

Feeding the fire with tears and blood

Feeding the fire with tears and blood

We are on the outside waiting

We are on the inside hiding

We are on the threshold of knowing

We are on the verge of

Feeding the fire with tears and blood

Feeding the fire with tears and blood