Rage, rage, against the coming of the night. Rage, rage, against the dying of the light.

When footsteps crackle among long dead and dreary bones, and looming tyrants bellows echo over painful muffled moans,

Rage, rage, against the coming of the night. Rage, rage, against the dying of the light.

As children cry and call for parents lost embrace, and families weep in fear of loss, should they fall from grace,

Rage, rage, against the coming of the night. Rage, rage, against the dying of the light.

To stop the shadow of kings cloak, from stretching 'cross the land, and return true freedom to the peoples rightful hands,

Rage, rage, against the coming of the night. Rage, rage, against the dying of the light.

The call of rage against this dark injustice, summons forth collective might.