| As the light hits the eye, so at the same hour, the order sounds
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| Each of us knows these words, a handful of slaves, great warriors - shows class!
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| Death games for the entertainment of the masses
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| Strength and honor, we must be able to save it
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| my sword shining in the sun helps me in this
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| Do you want to live? |
| Manage to burn, cut more bodies!
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| Cutting off heads from shoulders, and you will have time to lie down
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| All I do is fight every day
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| I defend, I attack, digging into the flesh with a sword
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| I defend myself, I just try to survive
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| I am not indignant, after the battle I turn to God
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| I pray that he gave me strength, he also asked for patience
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| Probably God does not hear me, I pissed him off!
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| In the evening I ask for mercy, during the day I will mutilate armor
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| Death-bearing gladiator - all eyes are on him!
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| The body is in various scars, there is no living place, life is for the joy of Caesar
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| Slavery into a lordship, you kill those you knew from childhood
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| Rip out the heart, sprinkle the wounds with salt and pepper
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| How many killed? |
| I don't remember, I kill every day!
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| I bathe my hands in blood, then wash them, strength and honor
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| With these words I begin the battle, I fight for freedom, I suffer for freedom! |
| CHORUS:
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| Lay packs of faceless rabid dogs!
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| The pain of wounds, sand in the eyes, the battle of pawns!
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| Ringing steel riding against foot!
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| The grin of victory over the groan of the defeated!
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| Lay packs of faceless rabid dogs!
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| The pain of wounds, sand in the eyes, the battle of pawns!
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| Ringing steel riding against foot!
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| The grin of victory over the groan of the defeated!
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| VERSE 2 (SET):
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| Arena, the roar of the crowd, demons, red-hot with heat and anger
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| With weapons of steel and wood, tirelessly with faith in victory
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| They fight for their lives, and whoever survives this battle
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| Will see his mother, homeland, brothers again
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| Will be released from captivity, and with this image
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| Before our eyes, they plunge blades into each other
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| It is useless to ask for mercy from Caesar
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| Everywhere lie bodies torn apart, fingers cut off by a slip
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| Heads, legs and arms covered with flies
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| A circle symbolizing infinity, nullifying humanity
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| Closed forever! |
| For hundreds of valiant warriors executed in front of the stands
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| For fun... A thief who steals honor and souls
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| The enthusiasm of the roaring crowds, on the threshold of an unequal battle coming
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| The final battle of the coming! |
| Bloody fight coming!!! |
| VERSE 3 (GOOD):
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| Where is life, where is death? |
| where is the war, where is the honor?
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| Extinguished eyes, pierced hearts are innumerable...
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| Where under the dome of the sky death settled forever
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| Like dust, this is not a fairy tale, but a true story, a fight, another fight
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| People immeasurably, come to enjoy the game
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| Stop! |
| Wait! Look! The Emperor brings out the best fighters
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| Sons of brave, deadly fathers
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| Armor made of gold, merged long ago, for slaughter
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| So that warriors fight in them, the sun is on top, around noon time
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| Brings out opponents-slave tribe! |
| One-two-three-four-five!
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| With a rusty sword in their hand, they're crazy! |
| They will be torn apart in the first seconds of the battle!
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| The audience won't even open their mouths... but it's worth it, it's beautiful!
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| This spectacle is a bloody mess
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| Quiet ... drums are rattling ... the audience is quiet, now they will see the wounds
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| The cavalry of the imperial fighters is gaining speed
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| Slaves scatter, stumble in a hurry, defend themselves, fall, and never get up again
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| Shiny swords pierce with art! |
| The cavalry throw spears right at the slaves
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| They pierce them through, run ten steps ... fall!
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| And they die, you don’t have time to catch a look who is killing whom |
| They cut everyone, they chopped off everyone's head
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| These moments are very dear to the viewers.
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| The audience rejoices, the emperor is pleased, the gladiator in the arena is free as death ...
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| CHORUS:
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| Lay packs of faceless rabid dogs!
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| The pain of wounds, sand in the eyes, the battle of pawns!
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| Ringing steel riding against foot!
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| The grin of victory over the groan of the defeated!
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| Lay packs of faceless rabid dogs!
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| The pain of wounds, sand in the eyes, the battle of pawns!
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| Ringing steel riding against foot!
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| The grin of victory over the groan of the defeated! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Гладиаторы, artist - Злой дух. Album song Старый альбом, in the genre Русский рэп