Waiting in the Wings

As my father’s son I have the honor
I am disciplined like a Spartan
Body hard as stone in shinig armor
The day I will kill is the day that I will reign
Have faith, I won’t falter
I’m trained and I am strong
A warrior made for combat
My sword is tempered and hungry for hostile blood
I am waiting
Waiting in the wings
Oh, I’m ready to rise
Waiting in the wings
Oh, I’m ready to strike
My time will come I know
Got to be patient and trust
I have learned from the best
Determined and eager, fulfill my final test
Dead or victorious, there ain’t no other way
Dead or victorious, today I must gain
Oh, my elder’s acclaim
The day I will kill is the day that I will reign