Mak'Gora

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