Lyrics
On the field of highest victors
He ties his lace
Kiss the ground and skies above him
The highest praise
No one else can stand beside him
His courage ten feet tall
The whistle blows from far behind him
Already knows the call
Crowds screaming for the win
Flip the coin it begins
Painted flags painted skin
Look up and take it in
Fear comes rushing in now
Colors wearing thin now
And if you fall there'll be angels to catch you
Hands from above nobody can match
A fire burning within
Hold that flame till the end
Through the call of crowds surround him
He only hears one sound
See the fallen round beside him
The keeper turned around
Nothing bars his one desire
He's more than halfway there
Passage of 100 meters
Not a step to spare
Crowds screaming for the win
Flip the coin it begins
Painted flags painted skin
Look up and take it in
Fear comes rushing in now
Colors wearing thin now
And if you fall there'll be angels to catch you
Hands from above nobody can match
