Paul wears blue and blood-red
Cuts through the line like steel
Every touch in the box
Feels too sharp to be real
Kaleb in pure white armor
Eyes locked on the crown
Two roads hit the same scar
And neither backs down
Hear that roar
Feel that shake
One more step
One more break
No peace here
No truce sign
Two kings
One grind
Paul for Barcelona
Kaleb for Real
Paul for Barcelona
Kaleb for Real
Clash of the crest
Clash of the steel
One name survives
One wound is real
Paul on the wing, burning
Leaves teeth marks in the grass
Kaleb draws the blade back
Makes every second pass
Every look is a warning
Every run is a fight
When the whistle cuts the air
The whole world leans in tight
Hear that roar
Feel that shake
One more step
One more break
No peace here
No truce sign
Two kings
One grind
Paul for Barcelona
Kaleb for Real
Paul for Barcelona
Kaleb for Real
Clash of the crest
Clash of the steel
One name survives
One wound is real
Black boots
Broken ground
Crowd screams
All around
Paul swings
Kaleb bites
Split the night
In two fights
No mercy
No crown
Only pride
Going down
Paul!
Kaleb!
Red!
White!
Break the line
Take the bite
Paul!
Kaleb!
Hear them collide
This is war
In open wide
Paul for Barcelona
Kaleb for Real
Paul for Barcelona
Kaleb for Real
Clash of the crest
Clash of the steel
One name survives
One wound is real
Paul for Barcelona
Kaleb for Real
Paul for Barcelona
Kaleb for Real
Clash of the crest
Clash of the steel
One name survives
One wound is real
