Motors running Now you're gonna learn Waiting on the line Make your tires burn Fast, faster, Speeding always kills Nothing else takes us to get these thrills Wheels of fire burn the night Ride across the sky Wheels of fire burning bright We live to ride Blood and thunder on the road My heart is pounding My blood is nitroglycerin I'm fire Burning, burning,Ready to explode Don't want nothing left of me to scrape off the road "Wheels of fire" (Manowar). Dòna-li veu!!http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t_J-2-9Me-wI think this song is suitable, my friend, like ring to finger.
By the rider's skull! Brutal. I'm still standing on the table with my laptop as guitar. But if They come, I become the Ghost Rider and jumped out the window with my whip!Oh yeah!
Hey Mágico, I just heard your song...what a headache, my God...jaja.Riding the wind and shadows through the night...these words along with the ghostly image of the Ghost Rider and friend...wow, a forceful and powerful metaphor, Jordi.By the way, Chris Rea's song is very good, I didn't know itKisses Jordi
Good picture, music and poem, wow !Come on, riding Harleys shouldn't be only male business...I'll take my leather clothes now...yeah !
Two Ghost-cowboys rode ghostly shadows of fire, yeah!Nobody has still born able to instill fear in their hearts. They sail the shadows, jajajaAnd that's a very spectacular song, OKMore kisses for you, Mari
That's true, elena. And if business have to be dark, be in Hell!, tricking the devil himself.Leather boots, of course. But don’t forget the black jacket with skull, jajajaThanks, elena
Not only a skull but the Jolly Roger...what else?
What else?Well, let's see...you're done!, you can leave your hat on, albeit in flames. Jolly Roger?, well, you can take it in hand, jajajajajaja
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