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AS (20 Nov.1950 / Yerevan, Armenia)


I'm driving through
The gates of hell
Starting to freak out
Because of the birds of fire

The army of the dead
Is gonna fuse a shell
They wanna put me six feet under
The monsters slash my tire

The evil beasts come up and
Blame me for the mortal sins
I cannot make up an excuse and
Hear a bloodcurdling scream

I know I'm gonna be the next
Though hesitant to spill the beans
Is this the halt of my joyride?
I wish it was a dream

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