At daybreak, the contest shall commence
Loaded upon chariots, we begin
As trumpets blast through the blissful silence
Suddenly striking my face, a sharp grin
I shall not be defeated, she is mine
I know this much for she has told me so
Yes, my ears have been graced by the divine
And I wish for everyone to know
None of you will rise to be victorious
You have not walked through enough torture
She is a goddess, forever glorious
Her beauty is pristine, tis beyond pure
To anyone who wants to make her their own
This sacred struggle is already won