(Intro: Heavy, distorted bass with a rhythmic, pulsing beat. Sound of a wolf howling in the distance.)
Title: The Wolf's Hunger
Style: Hard-hitting Phonk / MMA Walkout Anthem
[Verse 1]
From the mountains of Chechnya, through the Swedish snow
A shadow in the cage, nowhere left for you to go
Smash everybody—that’s the only plan he knows
The bell rings, the pressure sings, the violence grows.
He’s a ghost in the clinch, he’s a storm on the feet
The kind of apex predator you don't want to meet
One takedown, two slams, now you’re in the deep
While the Wolf stays awake, the rest of 'em sleep.
[Chorus]
"I smash everybody!"—hear the war cry ring
He’s the hungry young lion, he’s the Borz, he’s the king
From 170 to 185, he’s coming for the gold
The greatest story in the Octagon that’s ever been told.
Khamzat! (The Wolf is out the cage)
Chimaev! (He’s writing every page)
No hope, no breath, just the Borz and the rage.
[Verse 2]
Check the stats, check the strikes, you can’t find a bruise
He doesn't care who’s next, he’s got nothing to lose
Gilbert felt the power, Burns felt the heat
But the Wolf kept on coming, never tasting defeat.
Kamaru or Whittaker, it doesn't matter the name
He’s a different kind of animal, a different kind of game
He’ll wrap around your neck like a velvet noose
When the Borz gets loose, there is no excuse.
[Bridge]
(Slow, menacing tempo)
Stop the clock.
Close the door.
See the blood?
He wants more.
"See you soon," that’s the promise he kept
While the rankings were climbing, the division just slept.
[Outro]
He’s coming for the belt.
He’s coming for them all.
The Wolf doesn't bark...
The Wolf makes 'em fall.
(Sound of a heavy cage door slamming shut)
"I smash everybody!"
