Center stage;
Lights burning on me.

Lights burning on me,
Eyes cast on me.

I've no choice now;
I step forward into and draw back the bow.

I am the target,
This is the show.

Begin.

Play like hell,
I'll give it all I know;
Fingers bleed and bow strings snap,
My life is on the balance.
I have no reason to hold back from this.

If my talent is on trial,
Then let it be my defense.

Play like hell,
no holding back.

Violent strikes like lighting,
Booming strikes of thunder,
I become the instrument.

Beyond this coil,
Play like hell.