Death Race To Hell

Speeding Towards Damnation: The Death Race To Hell
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Lyrics

The Devil needs a soul that's polluted with sin

The Devil seeks a soul tainted with sin.

Do you have what it takes in order to win

Questioning if the listener possesses what it takes to succeed in this challenging endeavor.

Only the unholy get to claim the throne

Only those considered unholy can seize power and authority.

All the others call damnation their home

Others face eternal punishment, describing damnation as their home.

Fast, nobody can beat your ride

Emphasizing the unbeatable speed of the listener's vehicle.

Especially when you kick it into overdrive

Highlighting the acceleration into an even higher gear.

Loud, like a screaming banshee

Describing the loudness comparable to a banshee's scream.

Now you're burning up at ten thousand degrees

Intensifying the heat experienced at an extreme temperature.

It's The Death Race To Hell

Referring to the overall experience as "The Death Race To Hell."

You gotta move it, move it, move it faster

Encouraging constant and faster movement.

Before you lose yourself

Warning against losing one's identity or purpose.

And just remember one thing

Advising to remember a crucial aspect of the race.

The winner takes all

Stating that the ultimate victor takes everything.

The winner claims everything

Emphasizing the comprehensive claim of success by the winner.

Pedal to the metal as you race down the track

Emphasizing the speed and commitment as the listener races.

Close to victory, there's no turning back

Describing a point in the race where turning back is not an option.

Speeding so fast that your skin starts to melt

Highlighting the extreme speed causing physical consequences.

Speeding so fast down the highway to hell

Connecting the high speed with a journey toward damnation.

Fast, nobody can beat your ride

Reiterating the unbeatable nature of the listener's ride.

Especially when you kick it into overdrive

Reinforcing the concept of shifting into a higher gear.

Loud, like a screaming banshee

Re-emphasizing the loudness akin to a banshee's scream.

Now you're burning up at ten thousand degrees

Reiterating the intense heat experienced at high speed.

Knock all the contenders out of the race

Instructing the listener to eliminate all competition in the race.

Make sure that you come out in first place

Emphasizing the importance of securing the first position.

Mama didn't raise no loser did she

Asserting that the listener is not raised to be a loser.

When you cross that line you rule the flaming sea

Upon crossing the finish line, the listener gains control over a turbulent and fiery domain.

Leave the ragged racers behind in the dust

Advising leaving behind less skilled competitors in the race.

In this game death is an absolute must

Stating the critical nature of death in this competitive game.

Only the unholy get to claim the throne

Reiterating that only those deemed unholy can claim a position of power.

Everyone else calls damnation their home

Highlighting the contrast between the unholy and the damned.

Fast, nobody can beat your ride

Reiterating the unbeatable nature of the listener's vehicle.

Especially when you kick it into overdrive

Re-emphasizing the concept of shifting into a higher gear.

Loud, like a screaming banshee

Re-emphasizing the loudness akin to a banshee's scream.

Now you're burning up at ten thousand degrees

Reiterating the intense heat experienced at high speed.

It's The Death Race To Hell

Repeating the title and theme of the song, "The Death Race To Hell."

You gotta move it, move it, move it faster

Encouraging continuous and faster movement.

Before you lose yourself

Repeating the warning against losing oneself.

And just remember one thing

Re-emphasizing the need to remember a crucial aspect of the race.

The winner takes all

Stating again that the ultimate victor takes everything.

The winner claims everything

Re-emphasizing the comprehensive claim of success by the winner.

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