A Morir
Saratoga
To Die
Airs of grandeur
Fire on the skin
Wings of a destiny
That has not yet arrived
Lonely minds
Leather and sweat
Eyes that don't shine
Light without warmth
To be immortal
They want to feel the wind on their face
Above the engine
A single heart melts
Words are unnecessary
They have their own law
Rolling on asphalt
There is no king
You hear them approaching
Everything trembled
It's the end of the world
Your salvation
To be immortal
Judas opened the gates of hell
And soon emerged
Like a devastating cyclone
To die and to resist
To explode with freedom
Raze the great city
The good times will return
To die and to resist
To explode with freedom
Raze the great city
The good times will return
To die and to resist
To explode with freedom
Raze the great city
The good times will return
Freedom
The good times will return
To die and to resist
To explode with freedom
Raze the great city
The good times will return
