1.Strophe A night full of rain and terror - the streets of London town Groaning with pain - clangs in my ear - an unspeakable yell The Tavern, it's source - I am full of remorse – nobody here cares Dispute of two - this can't be true Refrain Every order I obey is forced ... human nature has a primitive cause Leave behind the chain... Everything seems to change The inner me … drawn forth… a heedless act The vision narrow…like a bull in a crimson cloak My Rage is on - there's no way to run - summon the beast...engage Without a thought...considerateness... is just what's missing… Restrain the beast … tame it to succeed 2.Strophe The knife unsheathed in Fury– the victim on the ground My savage blow… meets the aggressor unprepared You bloody mess …You will suffer … it's your fault I look up … she is looming over him … laughing She calls me a fool Interlude Yesterday night, the most gruesome criminal of our town could escape the clutches of London's justice. She has been hunted down for month In the process of investigation numerous resources of the city were used When at last she was compromised by a lone policeman in a local tavern, an unknown stranger took him out violently and without any warning, helping her to escape The witnesses described the stranger as beastlike, bloodthirsty, unlike a human How could this be wrong? … I was trying to help…. It felt so good, so true… no thought could equal the feeling of honest rage… Isn't a man just a beast with a leash?