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Traversing the wastelands

Among thieves and scum

Marauder to most, but a deity to some

Scour the muck swamps and backroads forlorn

Amass the battalion to bring forth the storm

Full throttle mode, ever sworn to the code

Of usurping the throne

And commanding the road

I take what I need - iron, whiskey and speed

Better double up or bleed, give up or give heed

Riding a whirlwind that cuts to the bone

Loaded forever, ferociously stoned

Awake the ashen souls that walk with

Tombstones in their eyes

Come join the pillage, explode to the skies

Surrender to the overkill

And taste the kiss of death

Devil's grip, the iron fist

Inhale the serpent's breath

Double up or bleed, fusing whiskey and speed

I take what I need, give up or give heed