[Intro — JamWayne (grave, poussière, menace)] Cold wind… Black smoke rising from the chains. Brothers of the blacktop… Diesel in the veins. [Verse 1 — JamWayne (dark outlaw, lent, lourd)] Boots on the tar with a dead‑man’s stride, Storm in the chest when we hit that ride. Chrome in the moonlight, ghosts in the frame, Every mile we cross is a mark in the name. No saints, no saviors, just the roar of the steel, Brotherhood carved in the grit we feel. Night so thick it’ll swallow your breath, We ride through the dark with a pact to the death. [Chorus — 501 Bryze (anthemic, menaçant, lourd)] Diesel in the veins, Fire in the coldest rains. Side by side, we break the chains, Outlaw blood running wild through the lanes. Every mile, every night, We burn the dark, we own the fight. [Rap‑Break 1 — Shocka Hustlemane (violent, nerveux, serré)] Black smoke curl when the big rigs roar, Kick that door, we ain’t runnin’ no more. Chrome blade flash in the midnight grime, One wrong move and you’re out of time. We don’t fold, don’t beg, don’t crawl, Hit one of us and you face us all. Backroad demons with a code we keep, Diesel in the veins — we ride too deep. [Verse 2 — Adam Calhoun (sec, militaire, tranchant)] Ten toes locked in the dirt and the pain, Raised on the thunder of the outlaw lane. No fear in the chest, no shake in the hand, We stand like stone in a lawless land. If one man drops, then we all step in, Brotherhood oath carved deep in the skin. Hard roads, hard nights, but we stay the same, Cold steel hearts with diesel in the vein. [Rap‑Break 2 — Adam Calhoun (court, brutal, précis)] Boots on the gravel, no room for doubt, Cross our path and you’re getting dragged out. No lies, no masks, no switch in the code, We ride as one on the outlaw road. Steel in the jaw, fire in the brain, Diesel in the veins — we control the lane. [Bridge — JamWayne (harmonica + 808 drop, sombre)] No fear in the lane, no doubt in the soul, Good friends, good roads — that’s how we roll. We rise as one, no matter the load, Bound by the fire of the outlaw road. [Final Line — Whispered, froid, mythologique] Diesel in the veins… Ride dark. Ride forever.
