Текст песни
99 percent fear the storm
One percent is the storm
Patches aren't given
They're earned one bloody stitch at a time
It's a life sentence, not a hobby
The road ain't just where we ride
It's where we rule our patch
It's forever stitched to the soul
One percent rider, steel in my veins
Front wide open, breaking the chains
Die for my brothers, kill for the patch
Life wrote me off, I carved my path
Chrome gleams cold, fire burns deep
Sins on my skin, scars that I keep
One percent blood, never bowing down
One boot in the dirt, still own this town
Stitched in blood, oath never breaks
Brotherhood sealed in every breath we take
Outlaws ride heavy, hearts full of fire
Angels fly low, fuel and desire
Mongols tear thunder, Banditos stand tall
Pagans hit ruthless, Vigils won't fall
Warlocks move ghost-like, Iron Horsemen strike
Sons of Silence roar into the night
Sadistic Souls walk where the wicked fled
Patches earned deep, stitched in red
One percent rider, steel in my veins
Front wide open, breaking the chains
Die for my brothers, kill for the patch
Life wrote me off, I carved my path
Chrome gleams cold, fire burns deep
Sins on my skin, scars that I keep
One percent blood, never bowing down
One boot in the dirt, still own this town
We hold the line where the brave fall short
Life on the ledge, death our sport
Spit on the patch, you're already dead
Betray the blood, paint the streets red
Family ain't deep, not bought or sold
Earned through fire, through dirt, through cold
Feds tap the lines, cowards pray for luck
We twist the throttle and don't give a fuck
Kings of the concrete, gods of the chrome
We die geared down, screaming home
One percent rider, steel in my veins
Front wide open, breaking the chains
Die for my brothers, kill for the patch
Life wrote me off, I carved my path
Chrome gleams cold, fire burns deep
Sins on my skin, scars that I keep
One percent blood, never bowing down
One boot in the dirt, still own this town
Family first, the road our creed
Written in blood and bone in need
Lose your honor, your name's erased
Brotherhood don't bleed for the disgraced
No apologies, no permission
We ride 'til the Reaper folds
One percent 'til the fucking grave
No apologies, no permission
We ride 'til the Reaper folds
One percent 'til the fucking grave