Iron Fire - Wanted man

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To the sound of shotgun fire
he rides into the horizon and disappears
like a ghost in the night
like a shadow without a place to find some peace

He s on the run
He is a real son of a gun
But there s no turning back

He s a wanted man
a long way from home
He s a wanted man
His name is Young Blood

On a trail to the shady land
And he s hunted by the lawman right behind
He tried to prove his innocence
But all he got was another bounty on his head

On the run
He is a real son of a gun
But there s no turning back

He s a wanted man
a long way from home
He s a wanted man
His name is Young Blood

He s a wanted man
a long way from home
He s a wanted man
His name is Young Blood

Inne utwory

  • Break the spell
  • Thunderstorm
  • Savage prophecy
  • Thunderspirit
  • Icecold arion
  • Legend of the magic sword
  • Into the abyss
  • Odins call
  • The price of blood
  • Firegod
  • Bridges will burn
  • Stand as king
  • Mind machine
  • Ironhead
  • Bloodbath of knights
  • Rise of the rainbow
  • Steel invaders
  • Metal messiah
  • Losowe utwory

    Stark

    Ich bin seit Wochen unterwegs
    und trinke zu viel Bier und Wein
    meine Wohnung ist verödet
    meinen Spiegel schlag ich kurz und klein
    ich bin nicht der, der ich sein will
    und will nicht der sein, wer ich bin
    mein Leben ist das Chaos
    schau mal genauer hin

    ich bin...

    Herkules

    Ofiarę złóżcie z głupiej kozy
    co sama sobie winna jest
    myślałam jakoś się ułoży
    lecz między mity to musze włożyć...

    Kogo chcesz czarować
    skoro serce masz na wierzchu?
    już straciłaś głowę
    dostrzegamy to bez przeszkód
    nie wstydż się to piękne

    Doctor pressure

    Doctor I ve got this feelin
    Deep inside of me
    Deep inside of me
    I just can t control my feet when
    I hear the beat, when I hear the beat
    Hey Doctor could you give me somethin
    To ease the pain...

    Highway highway

    THE CIRCLE TURNS AND THE SEASONS CHANGE
    DOGS GROW OLD AND IN THE SUMMER IT STILL RAINS
    BUT I NEVER THOUGHT YOU AND I WOULD EVER BE APART

    BABIES CRY AT THEIR MOTHERS BREAST
    AND SUNDAY MORNING IS STILL A DAY TO BE BLESSED
    BUT WHAT CAN I TELL...

    Beautiful prize

    The father giveth, and the father taketh away
    Johanna prays in her bed
    He drinks his beer to the TV chatter
    Thinks dark thoughts in his head
    When the house that he keeps with his hard won pay
    Is finally asleep after his brutal day
    He turns his eyes...