[Verse]
A Sigma standing tall and grand
Glass of wine in his steady hand
Fifty Tahlahons in a line
Frankfurt"s night about to shine
[Verse 2]
Battle cries echo through the air
City lights in their bright glare
Sigma raises his glass high
Courage clear within his eye
[Chorus]
He’s the ultimate goat in Germany
Facing fear with wild energy
With a toast and a brilliant fight
He turned dark into pure light
[Verse 3]
First punch lands with raw impact
Tahlahons tumble can’t react
Sigma’s dance both fierce and proud
Victory seen by the crowd
[Chorus]
He’s the ultimate goat in Germany
Facing fear with wild energy
With a toast and a brilliant fight
He turned dark into pure light
[Bridge]
Wine spills beneath neon skies
Cheers erupt their spirits rise
Tales will echo through the land
Of the Sigma with the glass in hand