A beast of steel, with breath of fire,
Racing the road, a funeral pyre.
Its roar a dirge, through the night it flies,
A chariot for one, where destiny lies.
Drive, drive, through the darkened fate,
Where the road twists, your end awaits.
The machine screams, a tempest's choir,
In the escape, you draw the ire.
Lights blur past, a fevered dream,
The engine's heart, a desperate scream.
A race with death, no soul to save,
The road unfurls, a speeding grave.
Drive, drive, where shadows dwell,
Past the echoes of your own death knell.
In this dance with doom, the night conspires,
But even fire must yield to the tires.
To the tires.
Oh, cursed racer, what have you sought?
The chase is done, the battle fought.
A twist of wheel, the end comes fast,
Fulfilling the road's ancient pact.
So rest now, racer, your tale is spun,
So rest now, racer, your tale is spun,
On the road's back, where you became one.
A race with death, a fleeting thrill,
In the end, it's the road's will you fulfill.