The storm approaches
And I worry not
A blast of salt for baths to make my nerves stand taut
In hand my boom stick
A wrangled beast
Aluminum puncture wounds to inject fuel in me for my spree
On the back of the beast
I ride the angry seas
Fire shots in the sky
By me even Gods can die
Tsunami waves bring my wrath to land
Gilled, fang-toothed steed of seas
On I ride to conquer all of man
On the back of the beast
I ride the angry seas
Fire shots in the sky
By me even Gods can die
On the back of the beast
I ride the angry seas
Now til the end of time
They'll speak of Ruben's Ride

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