| Your life passes you by, I live, you die
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| The arena is mine, I live, you die
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| Entry of the gladiators, 264 B. C
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| The emperors and nobles have made a pawn of me
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| I battle slaves and freemen and wild blood thirsty beasts
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| The red sand surrounds me, so they can’t see them bleed
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| Your life passes you by (I live you die)
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| The Reaper is near
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| Again the arena is mine (I live you die)
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| I live you die
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| Sword drawn and battle ready, Trajan in command
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| Fight 'till death 100 days, corpses of 2000 men
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| The masses they decide the fate of a fallen man
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| Thumbs down in drunken haste, life’s taker and giver I am
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| Innocent children dressed like the sacred lamb
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| Taken for Nero’s slaughter, as the people look away
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| To the pit dogs they are prey, the people look away… they look away…
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| I live, you die!
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| Persecuted Christians in the blood soaked ring
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| Many over many lose their lives, peace to their soul it brings
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| The thrills from the kills, those that I have slain
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| Are keeping my heart pounding, I live another day
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| Your live passes you by (I live you die)
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| The Reaper is near
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| Again the arena is mine (I live you die)
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| I live again
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| Your live passes you by (I live you die)
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| The Reaper is near
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| Again the arena is mine (I live you die)
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| I live you die
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| Die! |
| Die! |
| Die! |