Are you ready?
It's getting heavy
Can you take it?
You gotta respect your fists
The heart pounds burning
Respect is never here by earning
They like to be forced, intimidated
Your sword must be fueled with hatred
Can you take it heavy?
Trying to stay steady
Do you hate it?
Always gotta fake it
The dust will rise
The mighty will find a prize
The souls of those below
Their weaker foes
Once the dust clears
The end will be near
All that remains will be heavy
The wicked that destroyed the many
Only they stand now
Fighting over a crown
That's no longer heavy
On a land no longer steady
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