From a fireball we came Crossed sea and mountain We were drinking beauty with our eyes We were given all to make our own Let us be left alone
Lay the tasks and pay the price, everything suffice Crushed and bolted all we craved After every whim, what a state we're in Is pain better than the grave?
When we talk without amend We see red and then Deep inside our blood begins to boil Like a tiger in the cage We begin to shake with rage
Writer/s: Glenn Raymond Tipton, Kenneth Downing, Robert Halford
Publisher: REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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Dan Gillespy from Courtenay BcA very good Judas Priest classic about being angry and a small bit of reggae style guitar playing in parts of this song.
Mike Ox-huge from HellProbably my favorite bassline to play at band practise.
James Mendola from The Bronx, NyOne of my favorite Judas Priest songs! Just want to reply to the comment below.... the lyrics are not " When we talk with other men....." The line is "When we talk without amend".
Zero from Nowhere, NjMy cousin, who worships this band, interpreted the lyrics as, "When we talk with other men, we see red in men," the color red standing for love/passion, though not in a gay way as you may think, but as in feeling brotherly love for your friends and buddies while togther conversing and having a good time.