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Fvel Injection Ritval EP

by Motor Loa

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1.
Through the fog I ride Steel horse roaring For the blood of the false Tonight posers lives will end Two wheels ov trve Will squash the weak Ten inch Spikes ov steel Impale the false as I speed Pull the throttle My mighty horse roars Redlining, all of it's might Smashes clear through A bus full of the weak Still hungering for more Breaks down church doors Chokes the false with exhaust Then lurches forward for gore One more false victim Of this vicious assault Some poser Australian Ten inch Spikes ov steel Impale the false as I..... Ten inch Spikes ov steel Impale the false as I..... speed!
2.
Worship with our coven of bikes Mechanical beings from the past Set aflame their sigils in gasoline So they may bless our engines With the power of their marks Rev em up till they're red hot Block the moon with our exhuast Ritual hidden in smoke Practice the black motorarts Invoke their black rites Sacrifice worn spark plugs So they may inject our fuel With their mighty power Supercharge our engines Fill our tanks to the brim With their black gasoline Bring to life our bikes With the powers of the dark Let them possess,let them control Our bikes and engines So they hunger for false blood When the smoke Clears on our Possessed machines Brand the marks Of our new lords In our leather End the spell, close the gates The past lords are here to stay In their name we'll cleanse the world Of the false and the weak We'll crush the wimps Sacrifices to our lords They'll bathe in their blood Feast on their skin For falses it's the end
3.
Riding Trve 01:22
Riding the motorways On my possessed machine My steel dragon stacking Velocity with air and gas Blacks spells injecting fuel Blood of falses lubricating My cables and pins Falses bones grinding in my chain My intake's death tone Makes the posers run Crush them underneath My wheels ov grim Wind flowing through my hair As their screams echo in my ears Their lives taken by first gear As they're trapped by my glare Cruising the open road I let the throttle go Pushed by gods of speed I reach a pace never before seen Blazing a trail of blood Marking what is now my turf Soon to be all of Earth And Into Glory I'll Ride
4.
Grease the chain Top the tank Sharpen our spikes Prepared for battle Now we're ready Push the throttle Into Glory Ride Tires are spinning infernos Breaking all limits of speed Steel Dragons roaring for blood No hesitation, give em all they need The road is our battlefield All motorist, our prey Sacrifices to our steel steeds We strike hard and fast Rend steel and break glass Rip their flesh End their lives False bones crushed under our bikes Our gears grinding whats left of their lives Later we'll break into their homes Us metal warriors will crush their hopes Falses entried into life We'll make them leave this grand hall called Earth Our exhaust will burned and died Our hatred of posers is absolute No mercy for the wimps They will suffer for their lack of metaall Prepare again Second assault is near Time for the end For more false lives They'll feed our bikes Riding the black winds Gives speed to our fire and steel Our lords still thirst For speed, metal, and blood Tear through the last of the prey Falses stand no chance They're crushed under our might Crack their skulls with our fists Black winds slices through their steel Poser metal is not real Trve metal will always win They never learn yet repeat this sin Their roofs buckle under our wheels Spokes grind them to bits Tires sand them faceless Splattering blood feeds the lords Survivors wills our broken From seeing the carnage and gore They slow down, wait their turns To be burned and died Posers will pose no more
5.
Through the fog I ride Steel horse roaring For the blood of the false Tonight posers lives will end Two wheels ov trve Will squash the weak Ten inch Spikes ov steel Impale the false as I speed Pull the throttle My mighty horse roars Redlining, all of it's might Smashes clear through A bus full of the weak Still hungering for more Breaks down church doors Chokes the false with exhaust Then lurches forward for gore One more false victim Of this vicious assault Some poser Australian Ten inch Spikes ov steel Impale the false as I..... Ten inch Spikes ov steel Impale the false as I..... speed!

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This is the debut album the the soon to be legendary Occult Biker band, Motor Loa.

It's highly recommended to drink a Black Wargazeline while listening to this masterpiece but a regular Wargazeline will also suffice.

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released June 6, 2006

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