Bastards

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!