night, pride and hate Raging force, the wings of fate Fire & Thunder, war & pain Fire & Thunder, the devil's reign Fire & Thunder, the final fight Fire & Thunder
Fordítás: Running Wild. Tűz és Thunder.
never gonna die Born to be wild, born to be wild Born to be wild, born to be wild Born to be wild, wild, born to be wild Explode into space, yeah
a love embrace Fire all of your guns at once And explode into space I like smoke and lightning Heavy metal thunder Racing with the wind And the feeling
Blood and thunder Rushing through me Till the dawn of light The sky is turning red Like a renegade All alone I walk through fire Till I crash and blaze
a dull disgrace Fire all of your guns and once in Explode into space I like smoke and lightning Heavy metal thunder Racing with the wind And the feeling
in a love embrace Fire all of your guns at once and Explode into space I like smoke and lightning Heavy metal thunder Racin' with the wind And the feeling
in a love embrace Fire all of your guns at once and explode into space I like smoke and lightening Heavy metal thunder and racing with the wind and the
And we were just a child with a mess that children make. And we were running wild, no thoughts for what we'd break. But gone are all the days, gone are
Swan lee got up at the running foot pow-wow, Heading from the fire to his waiting canoe. Chattering squaw untied the wigwam door, The chief blew smoke
life Out of dark valleys and rocks comes the Master of Night Praying his sacred laws, no chance for evil to hide. He comes with rage and thunder to break
born be wild. fly so high never gonna die Born to be wild. Born to be wild. I was born to be... Heavy metal thunder... Get your motor running, Head
Swan Lee got up at the running foot pow wow Heading from the fire to his waiting Canoe Chattering squaw untied the Wigwam door The chief blew smoke rings
Named Death And Hades Was Following Close Behind Him They Were Given Power Over A Fourth Of The Earth To Kill By Sword, Famine And Plagues And By The Wild
Swan Lee got up at the Running Foot pow-wow, pleaded from the fire to his waiting canoe. Chattering Squaw untied the wigwam door, the chief blew smoke
embrace. Fire all of your guns at once and explode into space. I like smoke and lightning, Heavy metal thunder Racing in the wind. And the feeling that
