The gods are nowhere to be seen
The silence is embedding in my skin
The stench of fear surrounds the men
And here I stand without mortal sence
Why do I fight again? That I keep asking myself...
Why do I love to get punched in the face? 
Is it because I want to know how strong my opponent is? 
Or is it because I'm just... strange? 
I don't know, all I know that I'm once again standing in front of an enemy
And he's got friends... A lot of friends.
Why do I love the truth that I will do my best to beat them all? 
I guess it's just me                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    