White Mantis - There's No Law on the Post-Apocalyptic Highway

Time's on our side
And the sun in our back
We climb the hills - vulture hills
Scouting for prey
In this desert of doom
For gasoline and for thrills

Attack
Anarchy - on the highway
Attack
Anarchy - on the highway

Bloodstains on the asphalt forever
No remorse in a rush of terror
Can't resist - you've got a price to pay
There's no law on the post-apocalyptic highway

Headlights cutting through the night like a razorblade
In barbaric fury, screaming
Death is what we trade
I'm behind the wheel
The adrenalin is real
But the weight of the day is now dropping off
Where do we go from here? Are we the hunters or the prey
The monsters, we created in our souls

We live for speed
And the freedom of force
When blood and fuel unites like thunder roar
Chariots of fire
Like me armours from hell
We plough through you all
And you wont ask for more