Lyrics

Somewhere outside that finish line I square up and break through the chains And I hit like a raging bull Anointed by the blood, I take the reins Cut from the cloth, of a flag that Bears the name of "Battle Born" They'll call me the contender They'll listen for the bell With my face flashing crimson from the fires of hell And time is raging, may it rage in vain And you always had it, but you never knew So boots and saddles, get on your feet There's no surrender, cause there's no retreat The bells are sounding, bring this match to an end We are the descendants of giant men And what are you made of? (Flesh and bone) And I'm running out of time (Flesh and bone) And what are you made of? (Flesh and bone)