Murderball

First we built the fire,

Then we watch it grow

Amber turns the night to red,

And the games about to roll.

You're going down, burial ground.

Now the time has come

We're all about to play

Murderball.

Believe in yourself, there's no belief in you

Decide for yourself what no-one else will do

To play the game, you follow one rule

At the end, live or die.

Now the clock is ticking,

Bring in the gasoline

Fire, gas and dynamite

On a scale never seen.

You're on the run, you're all done

Now the game is over, we're all about to die

Murderball, murderball.

Master of desguise,

Master of the arts

Fearless in the face of death,

With aggression we will hunt.

You're going down, burial ground

You're on the run, you're all done

Murderball