Rebel Spirits - Danzig

Dark things

Wander free

Keepers of the mysteries

Darkest brethren

It falls on thee

To still the breath

Of your enemies

A thousand miles

A thousand seas

I cross them all eternally

A thousand eyes

A thousand dreams

I walk among them endlessly

On the wings

Of leather and rage

I will fly

In the face of their hate

On the wings

Of leather and rage

I will have

All the things that I crave

Rebel spirits

A call to thee

On this the dawn

Of your destiny

Rebel blood

Strong and free

Will never bow to the heavenly

On the wings

Of leather and rage

I will rise

In the face of their hate

On the wings

Of leather and rage

I will take

All the things that I crave