The Roar

(Verse) Engines roar, the thrill ignites, Throttle open, feel the heights. Exhausts thunder, through the nights, Chasing shadows, city lights, Every twist and turn, echoes in the night, as we ride with all our might. (Verse) Chrome and steel, the pipes they sing, A symphony, the freedom ring. Vibrations felt, a primal thing, From dusk till dawn, the engines cling, To the open road, where our spirits take wing, embracing every sound the ride can bring. (Verse) Rumbling low, a beastly growl, Twisting roads, on the prowl. In the air, a smoky howl, Through the hills, we ride and scowl, Exhausts blazing trails, like a fiery owl, marking our journey with a thunderous prowl. (Verse) Popping, crackling, as we decelerate, Echoes of power, reverberate. Through the valleys, resonate, In every turn, we captivate, The rhythm of the road, in a roaring state, creating a melody only bikers can translate. (instrumental interlude) (Verse) At idle, a steady hum, Ready to roar, at any drum. In the distance, riders come, Unified by the engine’s strum, Exhausts roaring loud, under the sun and storm, a harmony of power, in every form. (instrumental fade out)