This is the pack, the Reaper leads our crew Damned by the Lord, we're the ones who doom Through our veins, fuel bombs through burning like hell Fire us up, we're not born to lose Not the same blood, not the same mother United by gears we're asphalt brothers Under our own hierarchy, we are the Sons of Anarchy Ride, ride for your pride! Death works for us Ride, ride for your pride! Fear the roar, you must Ride, ride for your pride! Our enemies don't last Ride, ride for your pride! Kings of the road Black vests, we're conceived in sin, ink covers our leathered skin The knives are sharp, loaded guns, ready to roll The Men of Mayhem are coming for you Outlaws led by our Gavel, this club ruled from the Chapel We are the gravediggers on the curb waiting for you to make the slightest misstep He dragged us to the cliff You made him meet his maker (Solo Víctor) (Solo David) Men of Mayhem