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We die historic

On the fury road

To the hall of our father

We ride shiny and chrome

We drive the war-rig

Never coming home

There are only two rules now

In the thunder-dome

Two men enter

One man leaves

No room for mercy

No time for peace

Grab your weapon

Watch your head

You only go free

When the other guy's dead

Demented and destructive

Valhallas call is all we feel

Carnage with eight pistons

Terror on four wheels

We lust for battle

And our death is certain

So make it a glorious end

And witness us Immortan

Step on the gas

Shift into gear

The roar of the engine

Is all you can hear

Strap in your blood bag

Cut out your brakes

Fang the fuckin thing

As hard as it takes

You heard the warlord

Now its time to roll

Tear up the wasteland

Shred up their bones

Its time to die historic

On the fury road

Unload your spray-can now

Become Shiny and Chrome