Storm Riders

Over the mountains,
above the clouds,
there ain't any weather
for which we fly south.

We chase devil's tail,
n give him his hell back.
We scourge this evil world
like a hungry wolfpack.

Gale force means
nothing to us,
bring it on coz
that ain't even serious.

Let it snow,
let it rain,
you ain't seen nothin'
if you ain't got no pain.

We never gear up,
coz that's such a shame.
Just head into the wild
and it'll never be the same.

Lose all inhibitions
coz warnings are lame,
what we do here
is playing a man's game.

Never say die.
Never give in.
And whatever you do
just remember the name.

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