Night Riders

The darkness is ripped open by a blade of light,
Where yesterday the abyss still slept.
The engine beats like a hunted beast,
A concrete door is open to eternity.


Hotter! Louder! The flame boils inside,
Pulse at the limit, and fear is killed!

Припев
We are the night racers, demons of the tracks,
Time stood still, gazing at us.
A look through the glass, a grin on the lips,
Each of us was searching for our own finale!


The cold of metal and leather formation,
The world behind remains empty.
Tires gnaw into the gray granite,
The heart stubbornly guards freedom.


Hotter! Louder! The flame boils inside,
Pulse at the limit, and fear is killed!

Припев
We are the night racers, demons of the tracks,
Time stood still, gazing at us.
A look through the glass, a grin on the lips,
Each of us was searching for our own finale!


A cry of the one screaming into the dark distance,
Throw off the blind veil of doubts!
Leaving hundreds of lights in the distance,
We detach from the earth!



Припев
We are the night racers, demons of the tracks,
Time stood still, gazing at us.
A look through the glass, a grin on the lips,
Each of us was searching for our own finale!