In the lower lands where Romans reigned One warrior made a stand to curse their names Screaming voices fueled the anarchy A vision he did have for all to see
Chorus: No man shall be slave under my hand Equal we are together, we stand All tribe and tongue warriors as one With Spartacus ride! Under the gods we shall fight Rebellion will be a glorious site The bastards will bleed by no prince or king Dark ravens can feed into the night!
Crushing iron chains of these evil men Warriors bound by honor till the brutal end By the legion their outnumbered three to one The more that fell the stronger they become There's no end in sight The blood turns as black as night Shrouded in misery Corpses far as the eye can see Spartacus's heart is torn Longing for the lands of the north But to his troops he is foresworn In oath and honor this man was born
Chorus
Here we'll make our stand Pierce the Roman's hands Nail him to a cross Exposed for all to see Defiance of the tyrants creed Now our time has come to see one final sun Into death, Spartacus ride!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
