War drums calling, heed their call, Wolfmans coming, hear the howl
Pack you patches, flags held high, bag pipe playing, WARRIOR CRY!
Assemble the army, kiss your babe, leave a note on the mantle plate
We write our history, we raise our flags,
U.S. Brothers with Canada's most bad
Reign of Terror, Radar Guns
Ride we will, like a pack of Huns
Rubber meets road, tires melt, hooligans and anarchists,tighten the belt
Throttle burning, sirens blare, Bear Mountain locals, fear and stare
The 14 Nation, calls for you, New York Brothers, gather thy crew.
Set you sites, and make your plans, attend the event, and prepare to tear,
We write our history, we raise our flags,
U.S. Brothers with Canada's most bad
Reign of Terror, Radar Guns
Ride we will, like a pack of Huns
Raise a glass, drink to this day, hyper sport tourers side by side with renegades
Road Dissenters, brothers grim, professionals and the proverbial, "who let them in?"
Hear Yee, Hear Yee, call to arms, battle call, the nomad deep within us all
Most will lay in bed, and cry to sleep, while I'll be tearing it up, with C and Street Sweep!
We write our history, we raise our flags,
U.S. Brothers with Canada's most bad
Reign of Terror, Radar Guns
Ride we will, like a pack of Huns
Hide your women, bring your beer, law enforcements coming, reign of terror, one bad night mare (;...
* Last updated by: Wolfman on 6/8/2014 @ 4:24 AM *