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It's that time again, folks...




The journey of the sorcerer

 

 

 

 

 

With a glint of light, it's time again

The eternal roads, the unexpected adventures

The thrill and the need for speed

Adrenaline through the system and the smell of gasoline

 

We have waited, we have longed

We've been shackled to the ground

For far too long

Yearning for the white line

A thousand distant suns shining bright in the night

With dreams to follow and hopes to fulfill

And with the wolfs grin, we straddle yet again our iron horses

 

To dream is to see

To live is to breathe

 

Warm exhaust and glaring sunlight

The power of the engine through right-handed motion

The split second of life and death through the brakes

 

We've been born for this

 

To die young

To live fast

To experience life on the asphalt surface on the planet

To sleep for yet another day

 

That nothing beats the feeling of physics through metal

The apex of your soul

The bend in our lifestyle

And nothing else have ever mattered more

Than the road that is the beginning to

 

The end

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 




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Publicerad 2011-04-11 07:33



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