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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Mors Tua Vita Mea”

• Running wild on the highway of life through preachers an TVs We're unleashed like hurricanes We were born to catch the fate Speedmen ride the blazing engines through lies and deals we turn By supersonic warmachines we learned to eat and survive Since the night of times to the end of the world Rules mother nature We were born to kill to survive Kill to survive Fucking tyrants lost the control You said it's evil game Roman reapers shred the faces When you understand it's always too late Monsters burn bright fuel so fast straight through the veins of neck You're sneaking and creeping to escape Don't fight against the law of life

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