The mornings are the season's beginning's. The 

nerves come from the sweat of the hot blazing sun.

Their numbers show their nation of followers. The dark

horses do their fights, do their thing, they make it all night

in the fighting ring.

Every breath of fire is a lost temper left behind in smoke.

The rookies turn to heroes, and the heroes turn to legends 

that are forever lived in the young hearts of many. Every prayer

is then answered in celebration. The charge at the beginning is the

start of the chase.