[Verse 1]
Mounakia, we the wolves in the moon's glow,
Teeth sharp, hearts cold, never move slow.
Pitch a battlefield, not a game to us,
Trust forged in the flames, no shame in us.
Sweat drips, blood flows, we don’t back down,
Enemies crumble like old stone in the background.
Knees hit the dirt, but we rise like the tide,
Kill or die for the crest, Mounakia’s pride.
[Chorus]
Mounakia, we ride or we fall,
Backs to the wall, but we still stand tall.
Kill and die, that's the code we follow,
One team, one blood, no fear, no sorrow.
[Verse 2]
Blades of grass cut deep, we leave scars,
Battle cries louder than the echoes of stars.
Jerseys stained, but the spirit stays clean,
We’re the kings of the pitch, the ultimate machine.
Every pass, every shot, calculated precision,
Opposition blinded, they can't see the vision.
Loyalty thicker than the mud on our boots,
Roots run deep, unshakable truths.
[Bridge]
For the badge, for the squad, we break through,
No foe too strong, no fight too taboo.
Echoes of victory, they ring in our name,
Mounakia forever, we rewriting the game.