I square up and break through the chains
I head like a raging bull
Anointed by the blood I take the reins
I come from the core
Of the flag that bears the name
"Battle Born"
They call me the contender
I listen for the bell
My face flashing crimson from the fires of hell
(What are you afraid of?)
And what are you made of?
Flesh and Bone
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