The End of my Days
Another sweat’s drop falls in the fighter’s cage,
another blood’s drop runs in my tired eyes.
Live by the code and respect the rules,
respect the rules.
My story is born from the dirty carpet of blood.
No fame but for respect.
This is my world,
this is my sacrifice,
this is my war and you are inside now
I’m still standing, brother,
I’m still believe, my friend,
that’s possible win this strife.
Win this strife.
Respect in the cage
and ready for a new strife.
Respect in the life and don’t expect my grace.
No one surrenders!
You know it,
Raise your head and grind your fist.
I Fight until the end of my days.
The end of my days .