A crack in the stone tells me, as the sun glares in one eye I'm leaving my last dungeon, it's my turn, it's my time I was born a slave, below the roman paying fans that watch the competition, the fine sport of fighting men I will not refuse; I will not be denied You get one chance to fight, you live or you die two guards open my door, I wipe my brow of sweat one laughs in my face, and the other makes a bet come in for the carnage, blood tears and sweat fill the arena, they fight till the death afflicted with power, all pay for his pleasure succumb to the merciless wrath of oppressor
The savage death's to come, are ravage mirth for him who brings them all to their knees I and I am no different I'm dying to be free
At the iron gates, off go my shackles I'm thrown in as the prey to another who's earned the armour above my sword and shield, both our faces blank I don them to the cheers, my opponent breaks, attack! Through the mass of armour I catch a glimpse of eye boiling with hate, smashing as he drives I parry him and roll, but he is quick to turn the cut is clean and cool, but the hate inside it burns!
Come in for the carnage, blood tears and sweat fill the arena, they fight till the death afflicted with power, all pay for his pleasure succumb to the merciless wrath of oppressor
His blows are strong and mighty, I'm holding, but I'm rough then one thrust to the chest sends him growing to the dust the crowd comes a roar, his locks tight in my hand at the emperors desire he's a finished man but I am still a slave, below the roman paying fans that watch the competition, the fine sport of fighting men I will not refuse, what other choice have I my one chance to live is to fight till I die
Come in for the carnage, Blood tears and sweat fill the arena, they fight till the death afflicted with power, all pay for his pleasure succumb to the merciless wrath of oppressorTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
