Death before dishonor, blood before tears, incapacitation before submission,
Bite your way past the blows to the heart, search within yourself for that fury ignition.
Wrath stains your gut with an acidic feel, but sorrow leaves your heart defenseless,
Scream a scream, pain makes you strong, love leaves you senseless.
Put on the face of warriors, breath deep, get ready,
Run fast and fight hard, never let them catch you unsteady.
Feel each vein light on fire, each muscle ache with strength, don't ever stop,
Push and push until you can no longer stand, continue until you are on top.
No soft feeling of affection could ever compete with this raw power,
Hold fast, for you cannot ever cower.