| The day is gone
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| The sky is red
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| A bloody shine deceitful peace
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| It’s just a break
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| The fighter’s need
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| Tomorrow’s sunrise waits for more
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| Soon the final dance begins
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| In the early morning sun
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| Think of tomorrow
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| Yesterday’s burden
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| Nearly forgotten
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| In a corner of your mind
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| There’s heaven above you
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| A starry blanket
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| You dream in the darkness
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| Of tomorrow
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| Sky so blue the sun is shining high
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| On the battlefield you see them die
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| Fighting bravely never getting weak
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| There’s no mercy in this dust and heat
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| Spartacus stands, sword in his hands
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| Drawing a blood line all around
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| Fighting so hard for a new start
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| He stands like a rock
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| In the surge of the sea
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| No one comes near
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| Suddenly the soldiers realize
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| They need more men to survive this fight
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| All confused you see them dash away
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| Losing now but they come back some day
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| Spartacus knows, though he has won
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| Too many men of his army are gone
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| For him and his friends there is no chance
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| To fight again for their liberty
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| Never be free
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| Thousand faces without hope and home
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| Kind of death will be the choice of Rome
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| Crucifixion of a lion’s food
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| Human victims of an age so cruel
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| Glory and wealth, Power of Rome
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| Built on the shoulders of millions of slaves
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| Spartacus knows, though he was close
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| Their chance is gone
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| It was all in vain
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| There’ll be more blood and pain |