I am the ring of cold grey steel
Where every heavy blow is real
I feel the salt upon the skin
Before the bloody bouts begin
Two brothers fight for a broken crown
While all the ancient walls fall down
The leather straps are tight and worn
A legacy of hate is born
Swing the weight and feel the bone
Standing in the storm alone
Break the chain and take the prize
Look into the devil's eyes
A Mishima bloodline runs so deep
The secrets that the mountains keep
I hold the weight of every fall
Against the jagged temple wall
Swing the weight and feel the bone
Standing in the storm alone
Break the chain and take the prize
Look into the devil's eyes
Old lamps burn low in the winter haze
Lost in a violent, winding maze
The fist descends like a crashing wave
Digging a deep and lonely grave
The wind is biting, sharp and thin
The game is rigged, the losers win
A golden spark in a dark design
Crossing a forbidden battle line
I keep the count of every scar
Guided by a dying northern star
The metal groans beneath the strain
Washing away the salt and pain
Swing the weight and feel the bone
Standing in the storm alone
Break the chain and take the prize
Look into the devil's eyes
The iron ring.
Just a heavy ring.
(Humming low)
