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Way of the warrior is set on the road

Riding through desert plains of this forgotten world

Shadow of a man without a name

Carrying the burden he's seeking for his revenge

Hell's Deep and the Thunderdome calls

Waters dried out, we've poisoned the soil

Nowhere to run though nowhere is all

You wish to survive, the price is your soul

Wasted

Thousand lost souls in the wasteland

Roar of the engine is the only one sound that you know

The one and true king is the mighty burning sun

Madness be the safest place to hide

Nothing to feel when you neither dead or alive

Hell's Deep and the Thunderdome calls

Bullets and gasoline worth more than gold

There are no laws on this fury road

Death may be your final reward

Wasted

Thousand lost sould in the wasteland

I

I am the mad

The one who runs from

Both living and dead

Though I

Follow the path

The road never ends

I seek for revenge

Deny that we are free

Children of war

On these killing fields

And Death

If he had a chance

He would have died

On this wasted land