| Taken bound and shackled*
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| Sold as a fucking slave
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| Stripped of earthly belongings
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| Old how you should behave
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| Force to, trained to, kill other men
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| Just to entertain
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| Wealthy and rich, so called «royalty»
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| Taking pleasure in pain
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| Blood spilt, and set to appease, there gods
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| Weapons are stained, gruesome torture inflicted
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| Only the strong Remain
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| Masks worn, inject, fear in there hearts
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| Of Those worthless and meant to die
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| Never did they even have a chance
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| The mob loves witnessing death
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| Entertain them
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| All have paid to see, spilt blood what a sight
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| God and Cesar are pleased
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| Flesh cut, bones break, screams of the fallen with echo
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| The Colosseum pulses with applause
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| Glory for the last one standing
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| Mass graves await the rest
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| Freedom waits for the champion
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| Fallen fed to the beast
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| Slice down waves of, other warriors
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| Beast and giant alike
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| The one, the great, whole crowd chants his name
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| Victories are unmatched
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| Commodus, a champion re-born
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| Gladiator of Rome |