| Begin the training, Your strength must grow
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| My ancient wisdom will now live through you
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| OBEY! |
| I am your master
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| BOW! |
| You lack discipline
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| Control the power that grows within you
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| A great warrior shall you soon become
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| The final lesson that will be taught
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| In battle there is no pot!
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| Every thousand years a tournament is held
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| In the realm of strife
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| There you must fight for your life
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| Fighters from far off lands wage combat to the death
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| For the prize of very dank hydroponic herb
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| With focused mind and deadly strikes
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| Prove yourself to the gods
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| Rising up the honored ranks to face one final foe
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| Welcome warriors! |
| The gods of pain have brought us here to honor them with
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| blood! |
| Let the fight begin!
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| The ultimate test of your will has come
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| You step into the pit showing no fear
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| Wise ones gather to witness
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| The climactic confrontation
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| The crowd begins to murmur a skunky smell fills your nostrils
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| They open the gates to allow the champion to enter
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| Behold the behemoth of bud
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| Its gnashing jaws its ripping claws
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| Tearing at your flesh
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| Blood spills to the ground
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| Hopelessly you try to fight
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| At the last moment before you surely die
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| You manage to see a torch blazing nearby
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| REACH!
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| It is in your grasp
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| FLAME!
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| Now a weapon
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| Ignite!
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| The vile creature
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| As it burns you somehow survive |