Freed To Parade Ideals And Charade
As An Attack Is Made,
To Dismantle And Fade Its Greatness
They Babble On In Divisions
As Intentional Conflicts
Chip Away Common Sense
While An Intensified Diminishing
Orchestrates An Ending To Their Existence
Entertwined To Find Themselves
Warring To Explore A Lost Greed
They Fight To Succeed In Victory
But None Comes To Them
In A Blindness Fed
As They Curse The Living
To Praise Those Dead
Recruited To Bleed
In Steps That Lead
Humanity Silenced
With All Mechanisms
Successfully In Place
‘We Are The Champions
My Friends
We Must Keep Fighting
To The End
We Are The Champions
We Are The Champions
No Time For Losers
Cause We Are The Champions
Of The World