| Those who stand high and mighty
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| Those from money, those from greed
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| They throw you down the pit of fate
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| Fear and drama, hear the people roar
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| We’re entering heaven tonight
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| We’re crashing through the pearly gate
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| Lady Red Rose, his loyal right hand
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| Butchered flesh, digging hard in her eyes
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| Death comes fast on the arena of champs
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| As her shiny thorns lightens the muscle fight
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| We’re entering heaven tonight
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| We’re crashing through the pearly gate
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| Spill the blood
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| Again and again
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| Gladiators march for death
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| With blood on their hands and hatred in mind
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| Armed to the fucking core
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| Swords and spears blackens all human bonds
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| Murdering son of a bitch
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| I see you in hell
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| Weak son of terror
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| Come eye to eye
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| Eye to eye
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| Murdering son of a bitch
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| I see you in hell
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| Weak son of terror
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| Come eye to eye
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| Again and again
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| Gladiators unto the march of doom
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| Survival comes hard as the beast takes it all
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| Stand by your own fearless being
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| And prepare to be slain by superior power
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| Those who stand high and mighty
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| Those from money, those from greed
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| They throw you down the pit of fate
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| Fear and drama, hear the people roar
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| We’re entering heaven tonight
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| We’re crashing through the pearly gate
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| Dominator of the flesh |