Straight into the face of death you stare Fighting for your lives but your hands lay bare Only the strongest shall survive None of the runts shall be left alive Mak'Gora Invoke Mak'gora Do you have the gall To invoke Mak'gora Mak'gora No magic nor swords you shall wield The end is in death no man shall yield A sacred challenge etched in tradition Live with great honor or die with humiliation Mak'Gora Invoke Mak'gora Do you have the gall To invoke Mak'gora Mak'gora I will cut your head off and shit down your neck I will destroy all that you hold dear I will butcher your friends and family I will burn your remains to ash You will die a coward's death No one will mourn you No one will miss you No one will cry for you