I miss him riding, riding next to me down the road with the Death Head on his back. A man of honour committed to the club he wasn't scared at all he faced the fight I feel his shadow riding next to me on a dusty run forever free if one or a hundred it doesn't matter at all or pride and glory, or ride in heaven the colors of red and white and the spirit of the free man the call of duty and all for the brotherhood like an eagle high up in the sky but you should know that the Angels never die [Solo]
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