We hunt, we strive and we desire.
We murder, we slaughter and we kill.
It might be a hobby, but to others a philosophy.
Blood pressure increases as prey approaches.
No sanctuary, the stronger and the champion.
Weapons are for weak, the prey remains with only toenail and sharp teeth.
No rounds counted, no referees, no stages, but nature. 
May you rest in peace, the champ repeats.
Blood, liquid and victory.
Got the treat. They scream. 
And we will hunt, we will strive and we will desire.
We will murder, we will slaughter, and we will kill, to live.
When the battle ends, the threat begins and revenge remains.