Riding in
On the back of a cold wind
Brace yourself

He's gonna punch your face in
can't survive
Walk away with your life

Fedor
Emelianenko
A swift death

Or you can take it slow
From Mother Russia
He takes his name

Gonna turn you into
A Siberian blood stain
High in the mountains

Where there's no atmosphere
He screams to the world
The message is clear

Fedor
Emelianenko
A swift death

Or you can take it slow
Make him choke on his own blood
Take a pound of his flesh

you'll still end up the same
Face down and lifeless