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sexta-feira, 15 de março de 2013

Running Wild - Riding The Storm




Riding The Storm
Running Wild

Breaking the waves, a ride on the wild raging sea 
Playing with fortune, oh, what a lust to be free 
Flashlights and thunder, the prattering rain on the hull 
From a stormy horison we get our course 
The cry of freedom

Face in the wind, we're riding the storm 
We'll stay our course whatever will come 
Wandering souls in the sea of the damned 
Death or glory, oh, oh, we're riding the storm

Cracks in the planks, the rigging moves upwards and 
Staggering masts, the pounding splash of the prow 
The wind in our sails, our flag flies high on the top 
From a stormy horison we get our course 
The cry of freedom

Face in the wind, we're riding the storm 
We'll stay our course whatever will come 
Wandering souls in the sea of the damned 
Death or glory, oh, oh, we're riding the storm