Running Wild Riding the Storm

Песня Riding the Storm от великого и неподражаемого Running Wild. А ещё супер клёвое видео Running Wild - Riding The Storm про from album "Death or Glory"

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Breaking the waves, a ride on the wild raging sea
Playng with fortune, oh , what a lust to be free
Flashlights and thunder, the prattering rain on the hull
From a stormy horizon 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 horizon 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 rinding the storm.

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Исполнитель: Running Wild

Название песни: Riding the Storm

Длина файла: 06:29

Дата добавления: 2014-10-01

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Альбом: Death or Glory (1989)

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 down
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

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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

We're riding the storm
We're riding the storm