Hocico

Innocently they got there
On that night of rage
Through their pores we saw the source
Of what makes us rave
Then the wrath would come along
With a violent frame
And an arrow would cross their hearts
Nothing stopped our massive assail
The fists, the screams, the struggle
The wrath, the rage, the bleeding
They were lightening the flames
Of our fire, we just made them pay
Bloodshed
None of them could flee