Do not go gentle into that good night

Old age should burn and rave close to day

Rage, rage against the dying of the light

The wise man at their end

No dark is right cause their words had formed no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night

Rage, rage against the dying of the light

Chasing the rage

If you want to deny faith

Gotta fight the night

There is no time to wait

Noone seemed the same

Or where to choose the place

Till my very last day

Outrage

I took my own path

Now you call me outragous, audacious

Cause I want more than just being famous

Greatness neither praised for ages what my aim is

I let you understand what the source of my rage is

Tasting the rage if you want to deny faith

Got to fight the night

There is no time to wait

Noone seemed the same

Or where to choose the place

Till my very last day

Outrage