He's crossing vast deserts, mountains, forgotten lands He slices through the air as if a beast that hunts Always riding, day and night, always on the rush And the only thing he cares about is listening to thrash
Thrash Rider Beware of his speed
A lonely existence he is, full with pride and power And when he's seen in the night he's like a glowing fire Riding his motorcycle under the open sky Listening to thrash for which he would even die
Thrash Rider Beware of his speed
He's crossing vast deserts, mountains, forgotten lands He slices through the air as if a beast that hunts Always riding, day and night, always on the rush And the only thing he cares about is listening to thrash
Thrash Rider Thrash Rider Thrash Rider Thrash Rider Beware of his speedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
