The bitter sweat, it clings to me,
This gym is all I’ll ever be.
The heavy bag, the rhythmic sound,
I’m tired of staring at the ground.
Let muscles burn, I won’t complain,
The ring is blood, the ring is pain.
Let muscles burn, I won’t complain,
Through the fire, through the rain.

Every crack inside my frame,
Still I rise, I bear the strain.
The iron weight, I feel it close,
The shadow-boxing turns to stone.

Lose control!
I’m breaking through the wall!
I stand my ground, I refuse to fall!
In the clinch, in the strike, in the heat of the fight,
I’m turning the darkness to blinding light!
Let it hurt, let it scar, let it leave a stain,
I’m the master of the fire and the king of pain!

The mat is cold, the grip is tight, A wrestler’s soul in the dead of night. A sudden strike, a karate stance, You only get one single chance. Time like water down the glass, The seconds tick — the moments pass. Let things be hard, I won’t complain, Through the fire, through the rain.

Today I’m strong, tomorrow frail, Today a king, tomorrow pale. Maybe lost out on the road, Or break apart beneath the load. But I still rise! I still rise!

Lose control! I’m breaking through the wall! I stand my ground, I refuse to fall! In the clinch, in the strike, in the heat of the fight, I’m turning the darkness to blinding light! I ТЕРЯЮ КОНТРОЛЬ!

But through the fog, I chase the dawn, A tiny spark keeps burning on. I still believe... One more round...