The times are always hazardous,
They’ve never been less dangerous.
In the darkest hour,
When all the horizons seem sour,
We’ll never lose the ability
To believe in the possibility.
Only through fire can a sword be forged,
And our kingdoms are still to be earned.
Finally, having chosen the sides,
Shifting between darkness and light,
We shall keep our perilous fight.
We shall crush all the spectres of fear,
Bringing hope to the world, the long-awaited cure.
For the kingdom of Earth until all of us gone,
That’s how we strengthen inside.
Strike while the iron is white,
Strike until we’re metal-like hard.
Only through fire can a sword be forged,
And our kingdoms are still to be earned.
That’s how we strengthen inside.
Strike while the iron is white,
Strike until we’re metal-like hard.
The times are always hazardous,
They’ve never been less dangerous.
In the darkest hour,
When all the horizons seem sour,
We’ll never lose the ability
To believe in the possibility.
Till your life-battle is won,
You will never call yourself One.
Life is full of deception,
Always sharp remains sense of perception.
One must endure this horrible pain,
As he’s not fighting in vain.
Oh, no. No one’s fighting in vain, suffering pain.