歌词
(Verse)
In the heart of the ring, where legends collide,
A symphony of struggle, where champions reside,
With gloves laced tight, they step into the fray,
In this grand arena, where sweat and blood hold sway.
(Chorus)
Symphony of struggle, a clash of wills,
Where legends are born, and victory thrills,
Through trials and battles, their spirits ignite,
In this symphony of struggle, they'll rise to new heights.
(Verse 2)
The bell tolls loud, the fight takes its stand,
Two warriors face off, in this gladiatorial band,
Their fists like hammers, their punches like thunder,
In this symphony of struggle, their spirits will not sunder.
(Chorus)
Symphony of struggle, a clash of wills,
Where legends are born, and victory thrills,
Through trials and battles, their spirits ignite,
In this symphony of struggle, they'll rise to new heights.
(Bridge)
Jabs and hooks connect, a flurry of blows,
Each fighter relentless, as the adrenaline flows,
The crowd roars on, their voices a surge,
In this symphony of struggle, where victory's urge.
(Chorus)
Symphony of struggle, a clash of wills,
Where legends are born, and victory thrills,
Through trials and battles, their spirits ignit
(Verse 3)
The final round commences, tension at its peak,
Each fighter unleashed, their spirits unique,
A flurry of punches, a dance of despair,
The crowd on their feet, as victory hangs in the air.
(Chorus)
Symphony of struggle, a clash of wills,
Where legends are born, and victory thrills,
Through trials and battles, their spirits ignite,
In this symphony of struggle, they'll rise to new heights.
(Verse 4)
One fighter falters, a step back they take,
The other seizes the moment, their dominance to make,
A final blow lands, a thunderous crash,
The crowd erupts in cheers, as the champion takes a splash.
(Chorus)
Symphony of struggle, a clash of wills,
Where legends are born, and victory thrills,
Through trials and battles, their spirits ignite,
In this symphony of struggle, they'll rise to new heights.
(Ending)
In this symphony of struggle, where legends are made,
Their names etched in history, their legacies displayed,
The fighters depart, their bodies may ache,
But their spirits soar high, for their own sake.
