I will plant my flag, break the chain,
I will plant my flag, break the chain.
From the mother's womb to the funeral pyre,
Your story unfolds, step by step, dear one.
The arena, the arena, the arena, the arena.
The sun, it rises and sets,
And stars wander in their turn.
The arena, the arena, the arena, the arena.
When heartbeats cower within your chest,
Pat them, rouse them, and then,
The deed is done.
Every challenge, like a maddened elephant,
Stands before you, glaring, vast,
And showing its teeth.
Then meet its gaze,
To embrace the fray, that is your name, dear one.
The arena, the arena, the arena, the arena.
The sun, it rises and sets,
And stars wander in their turn.
The arena, the arena, the arena, the arena.
I will plant my flag, break the chain.
Solid, unwavering faith,
In your own dreams, must you hold.
As many mouths, so many words they speak,
Pay heed to so few.
It's your turn today, they say,
Let them, let them speak. Your day will come,
Settle the score on that day, and be ready.
Instead of the bleating of sheep,
The roar of the lion, that is your name, dear one.
The arena, the arena, the arena, the arena.
The sun, it rises and sets,
And stars wander in their turn.
The arena, the arena, the arena, the arena.
The arena, the arena, the arena, the arena.
I will plant my flag, break the chain.
When fortune offers you,
The chance to perform,
Count the days of preparation,
The time she grants.
She asks for every drop of sweat,
As the price you pay,
But in return, know this,
She gives abundantly.
To a man's labor, fortune
Offers a respectful bow, dear one.
The arena, the arena, the arena, the arena.
The sun, it rises and sets,
And stars wander in their turn.
The arena, the arena, the arena, the arena.
The arena, the arena.
The arena, the arena, the arena, the arena.
The arena, the arena.
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