Racing faster,
escape disaster,
partners in crime will leave their mark.
We make our own way,
no thoughts of yesterday,
black hawks who’re growing battle scars (growing battle scars).

Woah, the legacy,
born from a dream.
On leather wings,
rose from the streets,
with the hands on destiny.

We came from nothing,
but promise one thing:
We’ll change the world with these guitars.
So listen closely
and don’t stop working,
no one can tell you who you are (tell you who you are).

Woah, the legacy,
born from a dream.
On leather wings,
rose from the streets,
with the hands on destiny.

The legacy,
born from a dream.
On leather wings,
rose from the streets,
with the hands on destiny.