Cold steel and the heavy morning mist
Counting the scars on my tired wrists
500 reps just to feel the pain
Building a body that can handle the strain
The arena is calling
But the silence is long
Finding the rhythm where I once was wrong
It takes eight seconds of fire
A lifetime of grit
No looking back once the fuse has been lit
Hold on to the horn through the dust and the gray
A warrior's dance at the end of the day
Through every injury, through every fall
The blood and the sweat make me stand tall
The blood and the sweat make me stand tall
The dust rises, the world stops spinning
On a beast's back, there's no room to falter
I feel the muscle scream, my soul in its place
Fear hides away to let courage pass
Eight seconds of fire
A lifetime of grit
No looking back once the fuse has been lit
Hold on to the horn through the dust and the gray
A warrior's dance at the end of the day
Through every injury, through every fall
The blood and the sweat make me stand tall
The blood and the sweat make me stand tall
The arena is calling
But the silence is long
Finding the rhythm where I once was wrong
The dust rises
The world stops spinning
On a beast's back, there's no room to falter
I feel the muscle scream
My soul in its place
Fear hides away to let courage pass
Eight seconds of eternity
It's my life, it's my truth
Thanks, Claudio Fontenelle!
Tampa, Florida!
Every second is a battle
Sweat is my baptism
Falling through the dark, finding my rhythm
Eight seconds of fire
A lifetime of grit
No looking back once the fuse has been lit
Hold on to the horn through the dust and the gray
A warrior's dance at the end of the day
Through every injury, through every fall
The blood and the sweat make me stand tall
The blood and the sweat make me stand tall
Eight seconds
And life goes on!
Cowboy!
Eight seconds!