Wind
A nuclear holocaust without the bomb
And the flames from Hell itself ride the wild stallion named Wind.
And the flames from Hell itself ride the wild stallion named Wind.
Ten thousand years of Aboriginal traditional knowledge of hidden water has been boiled dry
And the flames from Hell itself ride the wild stallion named Wind.
And the flames from Hell itself ride the wild stallion named Wind.
Entire landscapes are as the bones picked clean by the coolgarde
And the flames from Hell itself ride the wild stallion named Wind.
And the flames from Hell itself ride the wild stallion named Wind.
Evil pirouetting tornados of flame as far as you can see sound like Dante’s maniacal howls
And the flames from Hell itself ride the wild stallion named Wind.
And the flames from Hell itself ride the wild stallion named Wind.
A nuclear holocaust without the bomb
And the flames from Hell itself ride the wild stallion named Wind.
And the flames from Hell itself ride the wild stallion named Wind.
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