The Highway of Hell

Описание: The asphalt is cracked like a dying man’s skin
A ribbon of black for the weight of my sin
The heat from the engine, a feverish glow
The faster I ride, the deeper I go
No signs on the border, no light in the sky
Just the vultures above that are waiting to die.

The cactus is reaching like hands from the grave
There’s nothing out here that a prayer could save
The wind is a whisper, the sand is a choir
I’m driving this iron through rivers of fire.

On the Highway of Hell – No turning around
Where the mercy is lost and the devil is found
Heavy is the metal, cold is the soul
The desert is taking its ultimate toll
On the Highway of Hell – Under the black sun
The journey is endless, the damage is done.

The mirrors are broken, I don’t look behind
The ghosts of the past are the easiest to find
A baritone thunder, a roar in the chest
I’m seeking the silence, I’m seeking the rest
But the road is a serpent that never will end
With every mile, another soul to expend.

Fuel and blood...
Iron and mud...
The horizon is bleeding, the sky is on fire
The road is the altar, the road is the pyre.

On the Highway of Hell – No turning around
Where the mercy is lost and the devil is found
Heavy is the metal, cold is the soul
The desert is taking its ultimate toll
On the Highway of Hell – Under the black sun
The journey is endless, the damage is done.

No exit...
No rest...
Just the highway...