Песня бешенного боевого робота. Battle robot rolls
I am battle robot rolling over rocks.
Having heavy rockets loaded and locked.
Looking for adventure. Heavy metal pal.
Looting, smashing trenches. Making hellish Hell.
Born to be wild.
Born in the cradle of fight.
Right right right right
Born just to burn and ignite.
No satisfaction. Nothing comes my way.
My big gun's erection - You (just need) shall have o pray.
(These) tracks are made for romping, stomping over you.
Crumbling, crippling, crawling, Steamrolling quite a few.
From the Montezuma to the outer-space.
Finest ever zooming, super nation's craze.
I want to paint it blackish with the bloody hue.
I just need direction (and) order for the feud.
jeeze I am one of the wild geese/
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