歌词
(Verse 1)
From Basilich's streets, where chaos reigns,
Draven, a fighter, with no chains.
Brother Darius, by his side,
Their bond of blood, they couldn't hide.
(Chorus)
Glorious executioner, with axes in flight,
In the arena, he claims his right.
Seeking fame and endless renown,
Draven's thirst, it knows no bounds.
(Verse 2)
Warbands and warhosts, he did join,
But in the Reckoning pits, he found his coin.
Riches, adoration, and the crowd's cheer,
Draven's glory, drawing near.
(Bridge)
Swain's plan, it found him there,
A coup, a change, in the Noxian air.
Duty called, in the arena's ring,
Draven's axes, they always sing.
(Chorus)
Glorious executioner, with axes in flight,
In the arena, he claims his right.
Seeking fame and endless renown,
Draven's thirst, it knows no bounds.
(Verse 3)
Entertainment, the pits now bring,
Draven's showmanship, it's the king.
Reckoners as stars, in a grand display,
Draven's name, it leads the way.
(Outro)
But in the midst of all his fame,
Restless dreams, still his aim.
For Draven seeks, on a grander stage,
To write his name, on history's page.
(Chorus)
Glorious executioner, with axes in flight,
In the arena, he claims his right.
Seeking fame and endless renown,
Draven's thirst, it knows no bounds.
(Bridge)
Swain's plan, it found him there,
A coup, a change, in the Noxian air.
Duty called, in the arena's ring,
Draven's axes, they always sing.
(Chorus)
Glorious executioner, with axes in flight,
In the arena, he claims his right.
Seeking fame and endless renown,
Draven's thirst, it knows no bounds.
(Outro)
But in the midst of all his fame,
Restless dreams, still his aim.
For Draven seeks, on a grander stage,
To write his name, on history's page.
(Chorus)
Glorious executioner, with axes in flight,
In the arena, he claims his right.
Seeking fame and endless renown,
Draven's thirst, it knows no bounds.
(Outro)
But in the midst of all his fame,
Restless dreams, still his aim.
For Draven seeks, on a grander stage,
To write his name, on history's page.
(outro)
