paroles de chanson Rough Riders - Cobra

Infernal fires collide in freedom at night
The boiling bloods have the fuel to feed the wildness
Riding rough to seek the might

Black leather skins, maniac bringers of lust
Perverted hogs releasing madness, malignant scorn
Riding rough with flaming horns

Speeding! Thrusting! Through the gates of hell!
Facing fire from the ardent depths
Slashing! Blasting! In everlasting flames!
Burning is a pleasure, is the way to hell!

In hellish strikes they summon demons to curse
They gather force to burst the pathway through molten rock
Riding rough, the asphalt hordes