Bastards you claim us to be Destruction is all you will see Like wolves we arrive in a pack Preparing our plan to attack We! The bastards No! Slave to a master Metal and sin on our side in darkness is where we will ride Steeds made of iron and steel With death we have made a deal Driven by speed and desire Motors run hot like a fire Bastards ride in the nights Always prepared for a fight We! The bastards No! Slave to a master Alright!