From Hanover's heart, a thunder rolled,
A scorpion's sting, a story told.
Through decades vast, their music soared,
A legacy in rock forever stored.
Rudolf Schenker, the steady hand,
Whose riffs ignited every land.
His Flying V, a lightning strike,
That fueled the passion day and night.
Klaus Meine's voice, a soaring cry,
That reached for heavens, way up high.
A power ballad's tender grace,
Or...
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