Every time I enter the Pit,
I go in knowing it could be my last time.
My last opportunity to pray to god,
My last chance to apologize to those I couldn't save

Every time I enter the Pit,
I face a new foe in its darkness.
The objective is survival.
It doesn't matter whether I win or lose.

But the ultimate point of the Pit,
Quite dreadful the goal it has.
To make the best survivors,
Using Darwin's natural selection

Every time I enter the Pit,
I may get beaten near to death.
But if I should survive the trial,
I will rise, reborn from the ashes.