Mama
I just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger
Now he's dead...
I just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger
Now he's dead...
Well, you wake up in the mornin', you hear the work bell ring
And they march you to the table, you see the same old thing
Ain't no food upon the table, and no pork up in the pan
But you better not complain, boy, you get in trouble with the man
Feel the fire, he's entering the ring
His mindset only know how to win
This Danish fighter will break you in two
You will feel all his power
The Viking warrior Mikkel Kessler will now brand his name
In the back of your head, you'll feel the floor again
Unleashing his Hell, you will not even hear the bell
Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand chance
Feel the power of a warrior
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Let's get ready to rumble
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Breaking your record and breaking your bones
Born a warrior with a code
A champion feeding your face with a fist
You will feel all his power
The Viking warrior Mikkel Kessler will now brand his name
In the back of your head, you'll feel the floor again
Unleashing his Hell, you will not even hear the bell
Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand chance
Feel the power of a warrior
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Let's get ready to rumble
Fight, fight, fight, fight
A gladiator's left-hand hook
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Feel the pain tomorrow
Behold, here comes the son
Believe it, he was born to be the chosen one
The call is for a warrior
His name will echo on the sea and on the ground
Feel the fire, he's entering the ring
His mindset only know how to win
This Danish fighter will break you in two
You will feel all his power
The Viking warrior Mikkel Kessler will now brand his name
In the back of your head, you'll feel the floor again
Unleashing his Hell, you will not even hear the bell
Maybe you're strong, but you don't stand chance
Feel the power of a warrior
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Let's get ready to rumble
Fight, fight, fight, fight
A gladiator's left-hand hook
Fight, fight, fight, fight
Feel the pain tomorrow
Behold, here comes the son
Believe it, he was born to be the chosen one
The call is for a warrior
His name will echo on the sea and on the ground