VoiceVoltage - Feral Race | Текст песни

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Hey! Come here onto the way -
God of the wind and tyre.
Kick down, fight now!
Turn loose dogs from chains...

Stay in the chariot strong
Until your fags alive!
Burn air
in lair
of stripped and hungry hawks!

Twisted and totally crashed
Who stumbled at himself.
Let speed be your guide on
Track kept by doom...

They always said it to you
That road you race gifts
The wings for the sky

But they never said it to you
That route you just fly
May sink in tongues of fire

-Who`s made you choose your destiny, you mother?
-No
-Your father?
-No
-An occasion, perhaps?
-No
-You`re just a king without a kingdom!
-Never! Shut the f**k up!

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