Ένα για κάθε περίσταση 8)
We belong to the world we belong to the wind
We are the spirit of competitions end
Turning hours into days burning muscles feel the pain
The heart and soul of discipline my friends
We are sending you a challenge its very clear
We came to win that is why we are here
Demanding to be tested by the best
Not to be forgotten like all the rest
The time has come all training done
The muscle and the blood will come to pay
Let the game begin hear the starting gun
Play from the heart today we will overcome
When the game is over all the countings done
We were born to win number 1
Today is the day all the training through
We have come for the number one not the number two
Let the contest begin play hard fight to win
Immortality victory and fame
The time has come all training done
The muscle and the blood will come to pay
Let the game begin hear the starting gun
Play from the heart today we will overcome
When the game is over all the countings done
We were born to win number 1
Today is the day all the training through
We have come for the number one not the number two
Let the contest begin play hard fight to win
Immortality victory and fame
Let the game begin hear the starting gun
Play from the heart today we will overcome
When the game is over all the countings done
We were born to win number 1
There’s a look on your face I would like to knock out
See the sin in your grin and the shape of your mouth
All I want is to see you in terrible pain
Though we won?t ever meet I remember your name
Can’t believe you were once just like anyone else
then you grew and became like the devil himself
Pray to God I think of a nice thing to say
But I don’t think I can so fuck you anyway
Youre a scum, you
re a scum and I hope that you know
That the cracks in your smile are beginning to show
Now the world needs to see that it’s time you should go
There’s no light in your eyes and your brain is too slow
Can’t believe you were once just like anyone else
then you grew and became like the devil himself
Pray to God I can think of a nice thing to say
But I don’t think I can so fuck you anyway
Bet you sleep like a child with your thumb in your mouth
I could creep up beside put a gun in your mouth
makes me sick when I hear all the shit that you say
so much crap coming out it must take you all day
There’s a space kept in hell with your name on the seat
With a spike in the chair just to make it complete
When you look at yourself do you see what I see
If you do why the fuck are you looking at me
There?s a time for us all and I think yours has been
Can you please hurry up cos I find you obscene
We can?t wait for the day that you?re never around
When that face isn?t here and you rot underground
Can?t believe you were once just like anyone else
Then you grew and became like the devil himself
Pray to god I can think of a nice thing to say
But I don?t think I can so fuck you anyway
:-k