When the lights go out, we wait tensely, Littler starts, his aim as sharp as a sword. Humphries balances fate in silence, Gerwen's eyes burning with a fire that never fails. Bunting flies through the air, each dart like a razor, Clayton stands firm, going for his moment. Noppert looks around, finds his direction, and Aspinall bangs on the table, glory is the goal. Let's go for darts, hearts pounding, our halls singing, we are never alone, Dobey and Heta fight to the end, in this circle, a king and a winner will be born! Every dart is a story that never ends, every match a legend we continue to write. The crowd roars, no one stays silent, darts are our passion, our royal game! When Aspinall fires, everything stops, Dobey and Heta keep the mood alive. Gerwen craves victory like fire in the night, Bunting and Clayton go into battle to pursue their dream! Let's go darts, our hearts are pounding, our halls are singing, we are never alone, Dobey and Heta fight to the end, in this circle, a king and a winner will be born! The numbers shine on the wall, showing who the winner is, Humphries and Littler, no other rivals. Noppert knows calmly that now is the moment, and we all sing together: "It's time for darts!"