[Intro — JamWayne (grave, poussière, menace calme)] Cold road… Steel breath in the rain. Brothers of the blacktop… We rise from the lane. [Verse 1 — JamWayne (dark outlaw storytelling)] Boots hit the gravel with a thunderous tone, Dust on the jacket, heart carved in stone. Chrome in the moonlight, scars on the frame, Every mile we ride is a mark in the name. No kings, no crowns, just the roar of the wheel, Brotherhood forged in the fire and steel. Storm on the horizon, but we don’t retreat, We walk through the dark with the road at our feet. [Chorus — 501 Bryze (anthemic, lourd, menaçant)] We are the Brotherhood of the Lane, Rolling deep through the fire and the rain. Side by side, we carry the strain, Outlaw blood pumping cold through the vein. Every mile, every night, We hold the line, we own the fight. [Rap‑Break 1 — Shocka Hustlemane (violent, nerveux, serré)] Diesel in the chest, let the whole block quake, Backroad wolves — we don’t bend, don’t break. Chrome blade flash in the midnight haze, One wrong step and you’re lost in the maze. We don’t talk peace, we don’t play games, We burn our code in the blacktop flames. High‑beam glare in the smoke and the pain, Brotherhood strong — we control the lane. [Verse 2 — Adam Calhoun (sec, militaire, tranchant)] Ten toes planted in the dirt and the cold, Raised on the grit that the old roads told. No fear in the chest, no shake in the hand, We stand like mountains in a lawless land. If one man falls, then we all step in, Brotherhood oath carved deep in the skin. Hard roads, hard nights, but we stay the same, Cold steel hearts in the Brotherhood of the Lane. [Rap‑Break 2 — Adam Calhoun (court, brutal, précis)] Boots on the tar, no room for doubt, If you cross our path, 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, Brotherhood carved in the blood of 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, cold, mythologique] Brotherhood of the Lane… Ride dark. Ride forever.
