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Running on the highway, you play an evil game. You drive to the death.

Metal machine. Full speed engine. Infernal steel.

Your body mechanized, your car's equiped with machine-guns. Built to pulverize.

Souped up motor. You spread terror. Kill everyone on your path.

One world to dominate and keep people enchained.

Gladiators give their life to stop the tyrant's resistance.

Slave of the new world, obey to your master.

They manipulate the mind to control what you decide.

Lost in the desert plain, modern knight you feel the pain.

Where the blood of heroes runs, you ride fast to be there at last.

You wear the mask of horror, dead in the flames.

Soon you'll find the dictator, he must pay.

Lord of the road. Survivor of the death.

Wheels hot as hell. Maximum carnage.

Your arm's electrified to increase the speed in a roaring thunder.

Wearing leather and spikes, your morningstar strikes and all your enemies are crushed.

Fired rockets, you spend more bullets to kill.