Testo: Running Wild. Genghis Khan.
He was just a gentile man
It was his love to grind
He didn't know the fear
He never had to hide
He loved the glance of metal
And the smell of blood
The flame of badness burned inside him
That was the only thing he had got
It was his love to grind
He didn't know the fear
He never had to hide
He loved the glance of metal
And the smell of blood
The flame of badness burned inside him
That was the only thing he had got
Running Wild
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