The winner takes all. It's the trill of one more kill.
The last one to fall will never sacrafice their will.
Don't ever look back on the wind closing in.
They only attack when they're wings on the wind.
Oh, the daydream begins...
And it's sweet, sweet, sweet victory, yeah!
And it's ours for the taking, it's ours for the fight.
And it's sweet, sweet, sweet victory, yeah!
And the world is ours to follow.....
Sweet, sweet, sweet victory. (fade)