flying fists, venom eyes
all in the name of the people
to be the one at one
we must push through
with a violent desire, and a closed fist
to be the brightest star
we must give no quarter
with a steel fury
and the lethal formula
we are messiahs in our sport
raw as we deliver
the click of the revolver, the barrel of the gun
to be the brightest star
we must give no quarter
our fatal justice
rage for the millennium
wielding the sword of Damocles
the powerhouse that we are
nashwan!
corruption and violence force the game underground
unregulated, ungoverned, the game degenerates into a fiasco