Metamorphosis
They told us back at the start
You have to grow up strong and man straight
And no one said but everyone saw
How marked we were by ill fate
Circles of smoke in the air
Filled our hearts with hate and fire
And we could here a voice, which whispered
Watch death for it´s your one desire
We soon got into the fight
Learned from movies how to use stones
Understood the call of wildness
Red blood and white of dead bones
Weak are the motherly hands
We don´t believe in simple folk tales
For we have tasted blood and and fire
Knives are our teeth and spears are our nails
Grown up and growing away
Shiny concrete jungle´s tower
We are apart and we have conquered
We know the joy of power
We rule the rivers of life
Others fear the hate of our roor
Not even those who bore us in pain
Can bring us back to them anymore