It's a battle of the whits, yours against mine
Only one will emerge at the end of the line
There's no holds barred when the dominant clash
I'm armed with faith against your cash

I know your weakness, I smell your fear
My spirit's unbroken, my vision is clear
You may have the power, but I have the desire
I'll see your walls crumble, as I topple your empire

Victory Shall Be Mine