Rage

[Music by: P. Wagner, M. Schmidt, Lyrics by: P. Wagner]
This place, home for all generations, never's been to small
when all life worked hand in hand
the centuries passed one by one
without changing the circumstances
that we needed to be there
Like a firestorm
when all home dies and fear is born
to feed the firestorm
Like a firestorm
that burns the ground you're standing on
we'll feed the firestorm
And then - slowly but surely -