Black Shadow
F-zero Gx
Anything Owing us We give it Odorous Have to race my soul The skies are a mystery To see you For the famous, so voracious, of the right Have to race my soul Your hands onto what you seek (?) (?) for human blood (fly) over us (fly) the age (fly) everyone (fly) the roads of cloud (fly) over us (fly) the age (fly) everyone (fly) the roads of cloud Owing us We give it Odorous Fearing Anything Anything.