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Black Flags Of Chaos
03:24
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Darkened with smoke
The skies are bleeding
Fire and concrete
Rain on the battlefield
Stand up when all hope is lost
And raise the black flags of chaos
Witches and warlocks
Haunt the city streets
Dawn of a new age
Apocalypse
Chaos magick
Blood sacrifices
Thundering hogs
Deafen the elite
Stand up when all hope is lost
And raise the black flags of chaos
Rise of the freaks
A feast of steel
In chaos unite
Against the kings
Stand up when all hope is lost
And raise the black flags of chaos
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Rain Ride
03:21
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The road is clad in darkness,
And our future isn't bright,
Our gas reserves are low
And thunder is breaking the night
We've outstayed our welcome
And by now we must depart
Under the unleashed elements
We'll try to forge a path
Rain ride
A storm is passing by
And lightning breaks the sky
Nature takes a toll and all our senses are deprived
Our engines roar along
A deafening lightning bolt
The road is flooded with the wrath of a thousand black clouds
Rain ride
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Hellfire Gasoline
03:00
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Burning with lust,
Thirst, sex, and decadence
Fighting the curse
Of boredom with recklessness
Riding the streets
A noisy pack of lonewolves
Venom worshippers
Chopper metal punks
The venom I drink makes me feel alive
Tonight I'm pushing into overdrive
I need the thrill and the adrenaline
My fuel is made of hellfire gasoline
Tonight the road,
Tomorrow the city
Burn the blacktop
Burn oil in blasphemy
Choppers and satan
D-beat and gasoline
Witches and wenches
Worship the truly free
The venom I drink makes me feel alive
Tonight I'm pushing into overdrive
I need the thrill and the adrenaline
My fuel is made of hellfire gasoline
No sense, no bullshit
No brakes and no limit
Fast drums and fast wheels
Long forks and naked steel
Freedom and lust
Fire and darkened crust
Bastards of hell
Ripping the decibels
The venom I drink makes me feel alive
Tonight I'm pushing into overdrive
I need the thrill and the adrenaline
My fuel is made of hellfire gasoline
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Covered in spikes
Kickstarting bikes
Ready to raise hell and roll
Mayhem and speed
Mad iron steeds
Burning asphalt off the road
Nothing to lose
And nothing to gain
Freedom is what we all seek
Satan we hail
Hear the death knell
For havoc is what we wreak
Wherever we ride the rule bends
For we rode through miles of bad lands
We are killers of state lines and the frontiers we quell
We're the chopper metal punks from hell
Venom our kings
Discharge our wings
Satan and chaos our creed...
The steel we chop
Will never stop
Our legacy is a stampede...
Fight for our lives
Fight to be free
Soldiers of true liberty
Satan we hail
Hear the death knell
For havoc is what we wreak
Wherever we ride the rule bends
For we rode through miles of bad lands
We are killer of state lines and the frontiers we quell
We're the chopper metal punks from hell
Tear the road apart
Ride the blackest night
Only speed remains
Ride in satan's name
Covered in spikes
Kickstarting bikes
Ready to raise hell and roll
Mayhem and speed
Mad iron steeds
Burning asphalt off the road
Nothing to lose
And nothing to gain
Freedom is what we all seek
Satan we hail
Hear the death knell
For havoc is what we wreak
Wherever we ride the rule bends
For we rode through miles of bad lands
We are killer of state lines and the frontiers we quell
We're the chopper metal punks from hell
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Poisöncharge Lyon, France
Choppers, d-beat and chaos !
D-beat infused metalpunk for werewolves on wheels and chaos witches.
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