[lyrics by Harry Conklin]



A people of virtue we're not 

Cold blooded metal burns hot

Scratching our way to the top

A wheel once is started no one can stop



With minds full of pleasure

Hands full of greed

Metal hearts burn with fire 

We are born to lead



LUST FULL AND FREE



Sporting our leather with pride

So hard to keep it inside

Hot -blooded creatures of sin

No force will halt this wheel once it spins



Living our lives without fear

Metal is the life we adhere

Racing our lives to it's end

A powerful legion with wills that won't bend