We may go our separate ways,
We may leave it all behind,
But we're still a fucking team,
Waters run deep down inside,
Injecting life,
Through these veins run the blood
Of mighty warriors who
Spit out burning fire.
We've been caught in many crossroads
And gotten out alive.
Seal the memories of the past,
But do not forget that
In the rising future
Lies the answer.
Come on, come on,
Push it to the very last gear
We've got
The mighty cock and balls of steel,
Coming upon
The edge of death we do not fear.
Out of control with a loose wheel.
Never running out of this
Neverending energy,
Running with the bulls in Spain,
Nevermind the danger.
If we disappear
We'll keep on rolling in the
Wicked netherworld
To make our demons scream.
Falling back is not an option,
As hard as it may seem.
Ramming through the iron gate,
Running through
The hordes of the undead
We'll slay them to the last one.
Come on, come on,
Push it to the very last gear
We've got
The mighty cock and balls of steel,
Coming upon
The edge of death we do not fear.
Out of control with a loose wheel.