There’s a war on, it’s been planned,
Strategies have been worked on, enemy close at hand.
Two Generals who do know of each other,
One’s arm is his cannon, the other a fighter.
They’re gearing up fore it’s time to stand and fight,
Strap on their armor, weapons are of many.
Through pain or blood or the dark, cold, of night,
They do not surrender on this battlefield of might.
Armies of two, strong and fearless they march,
Until one is laying on the field, battle rages on.
This is a battlefield like no other,
Strength and speed, mistakes must be few.
A near perfect game plan, a prayer and some hope,
To the victor a field taken, champions proud,
They will stand tall.