[Intro – thunder, Harley engines starting and idling, dark bass, distant wind] [Soft distorted electric guitar fades in → heavy guitars and drums slowly build] [Pause – 3 seconds] [Verse 1] The highway screams and the sky turns red, The Reaper is waking from the land of the dead. From the hills of California to the European shore, Three iron siblings are knocking at the door. [Short pause – guitar slide] [Pre-Chorus] Hear the engines roar, see the chrome in the light, The Death Head, the Reaper and the Banshee in the night! [Chorus 1] Blood on the leather! Thunder in the clay! The Angels and the Sons and the Banshees on the way! We ride for the weak, we fight for the old! A brotherhood of iron, a sisterhood of gold! [Pause – short drum fill] [Verse 2] The Angels bring the power, worldwide and strong, The Sons bring the weapons where the outlaws belong. And the Banshees bring the shadows, the ghosts on the run, An unbreakable alliance 'til the battle is won! [Short pause – bass + guitar accent] [Chorus 2] Blood on the leather! Thunder in the clay! The Angels and the Sons and the Banshees on the way! We ride for the weak, we fight for the old! A brotherhood of iron, a sisterhood of gold! [Verse 3] No hard poison in our streets, no crack and no meth, Whoever brings the sickness is dancing with death. Just medicine and grass for the sisters in pain, We protect our own people in the sun and the rain! [Short pause – dynamic accent] [Chorus 3] Blood on the leather! Thunder in the clay! The Angels and the Sons and the Banshees on the way! We ride for the weak, we fight for the old! A brotherhood of iron, a sisterhood of gold! [Verse 4] We ride for the ones who cannot ride anymore. We fight for the ones who cannot fight anymore. And we hunt the ones who think they are untouchable. You touch our family... you won't leave the road alive. [Extended Guitar Solo – long, epic, bluesy metal, emotional] [Pause – breath] [Verse 5] So rev up the motors and let the world see, The anthem of the wild and the anthem of the free! The road is our kingdom, the night is our home, Together we ride, and together we roam! [Final Chorus] Blood on the leather! Thunder in the clay! The Angels and the Sons and the Banshees on the way! We ride for the weak, we fight for the old! A brotherhood of iron, a sisterhood of gold! [Outro – engines redlining, tires screeching, heavy guitar chord fading, wind distant] [Pause – long fade out]
