Born From Fire - Amorphis

I have a mind, a good memory

Here"s how my life begins

I wasn"t born from a woman"s thighs

But from fire

I dwell on that dream

I don"t want that to fade

I keep that dream

Until the axe does all that work

I was kept under the table

Raised from their sigh

I was worthless «till the day

When flames did all the work

On the day I was born

They denied my rights

Even the right to die