Wings of the Storm - Axel Rudi Pell

I was born under a bad sign

The reason for a living on my own

The people pulled their guns and sticking out their tongues

The world were in gets weirder every day

Escaping from the madness

Hear me scream and shout

Get rid of the devil

That what it’s all about

Fly, eagle fly

Far away

On the wings of the storm

Fly, eagle fly

Over the mountains

On the wings of the storm

I was hoping for a change

With lots of things ready to arrange

Rats run down the alley, bad smells in the air

Every day more reasons to despair

Escaping from the madness

Hear me scream and shout

Get rid of the devil

That what it’s all about

Fly, eagle fly

Far away

On the wings of the storm

Fly, eagle fly

Over the mountains

On the wings of the storm