Somewhere outside that finish line
I square up and break through the chains
And I hit like a raging bull
Anointed by the blood, I take the reins
Cut from the cloth, of a flag that
Bears the name of "Battle Born"
They'll call me the contender
They'll listen for the bell
With my face flashing crimson from the fires of hell

And time is raging, may it rage in vain
And you always had it, but you never knew
So boots and saddles, get on your feet
There's no surrender, cause there's no retreat
The bells are sounding, bring this match to an end
We are the descendants of giant men

And what are you made of?
(Flesh and bone)
And I'm running out of time
(Flesh and bone)
And what are you made of?
(Flesh and bone)