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AGAINST The DEVIL

You wanna be a great heavy-metal star
Your every life is a sex drugs and drivin' a car
You think that you can lie all world on the stage
Beats of the drums, screams of guitar and you feel the rage

Rage of beast,
rise your fists
and never (never) find compromise

YEAH!

You trade your soul for a music and you laughing at death
But you belong to the Devil and he can stop your breath
He never think what he must do or where he must been
And he will sure that there is last your life scene

Rage of beast,
rise your fists
and never (never) find compromise

You take your bike and quickly drivin' over the hills
Flame of death chasing you with big black burning wheels
You hear from heavens last screams of a guitar and drums
And you feel that this flame of a devil warms

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