We are the champions, my friends—
still standing in the hush after the roar.
Crowds have scattered, lights gone cold,
yet every echo bears our name in gold.
Through the silence, victory sings,
a quiet thunder in our pulse.
No crown needed, no anthem loud—
just the breath we hold, proud and unbowed.
Time may fade the brightest flame,
but embers of glory whisper the same:
we are, we are, we are
the champions.