Leather tans your body and hardens your voice
Your hair full of wind, your itinerary is rock
Time will twist your fist
Your boots have no brakes, they burn the floor and they leave
With a fixed course to the meeting
And your being will shine
Among all the metal
In your black shadow you will go
Through the routes of evil. .. with... my... H... R... D...
And be in you...
In V are your cylinders, victory of my engine< br/>Your wheels spin dry and the chrome dulls the sun
You will wield your weapons
A tank shields your chest, the one that fuels your roll
You will confront your strength with fear< br/>And your being will shine
Among all the metal
In your black shadow you will go
Through the routes of evil... with... my... H.. . R... D...
H... R... D... Grrrrrrrâ¦