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