가사
(Verse 1)
From sun-scorched plains, where fury takes flight,
We embark on a quest, fueled by primal might.
Two brothers, forged in the fires of rage,
Our Viking blood courses through every stage.
The highway howls, a siren's call,
As we tear through the wasteland, standing tall.
With each mile, our punk rock souls ignite,
In this junkyard saga, we claim our right.
(Chorus)
We are the junkyard berserkers,
Metal gods in tattered leathers.
In this wasteland, we thrive,
With mutated hearts, we survive.
(Verse 2)
Rusty relics, twisted and torn,
Whispers of forgotten battles, spirits sworn.
Broken machines echo with haunting cries,
As we navigate the junkyard's demise.
But from the wreckage, a new sound emerges,
A symphony of rage, where chaos surges.
With adrenaline pumping, we tear and we shred,
In this symphony of fury, our spirits are fed.
(Chorus)
We are the junkyard berserkers,
Metal gods in tattered leathers.
In this wasteland, we thrive,
With mutated hearts, we survive.
(Bridge)
The desert wind howls, a banshee's scream,
As we unleash our fury, a primal dream.
With trap beats pounding, our anger takes flight,
In this junkyard battle, we ignite the night.
Folk tales echo through the desolate land,
Of Viking warriors, a fearless band.
We honor their legacy, their spirits guide,
As we conquer this wasteland, side by side.
(Chorus)
We are the junkyard berserkers,
Metal gods in tattered leathers.
In this wasteland, we thrive,
With mutated hearts, we survive.
(Outro)
With orchestral swells and raging guitars,
We leave the junkyard, forever scarred.
Our journey continues, fueled by defiance,
In this epic tale of survival and alliance.
