Lyrics

No man is an island,
Completely on his own.
Yet night has often found us
Lost and all alone.
Huddled in the trenches
Beneath an angry sky.
Afraid to raise our heads up.
Afraid to even try.

Reason cannot find us.
Emotions cover sight.
We reach out for another
To help us through the night.
To cower in the darkness
Beneath an angry sky
And wonder if the morning
Is the appointed time to die.

The one who is a hero
Is he who has to try,
Beyond the reach of caution,
To brave an angry sky.

Bravery isn't fearless.
It isn't calm disdain.
It's a hasty, mad decision
When the road ahead's arcane.
To gather up one's courage
Beneath an angry sky,
And rush the fiery gates of hell
To spit in Satan's eye.