| Smell the sweat of their bodies
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| Hear the screams of the mob
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| Feel the heat of the atmosphere
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| It’s crackling… see gladiators are here
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| Morituri de salutant
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| We are raising the flails
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| Morituri de salutant
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| Our lives are for sale
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| Steel meets steel in the forecourt of hell
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| Where slaves of the universe say farewell
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| Blood runs red when the fighting begins
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| In the forecourt of hell no one will win
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| The gates are opened, drums of death start to sound
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| The roman emperor establishs the round
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| Hate and anger drawn in their faces
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| The crowd celebrates with rejoicings and embraces
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| Morituri de salutant
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| We are raising the flails
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| Morituri de salutant
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| Our lives are for sale
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| Steel meets steel in the forecourt of hell
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| Where slaves of the universe say farewell
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| Blood runs red when the fighting begins
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| In the forecourt of hell no one will win
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| The mighty and strongest will survive
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| There will only be one who will leave alive
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| There’s no grace for the struck men
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| Heads are rolling before the fighting starts again
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| Steel meets steel in the forecourt of hell
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| Where slaves of the universe say farewell
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| Blood runs red when the fighting begins
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| In the forecourt of hell no one will win |