Young man armed with rage Shivering with fear Stands tall fears his fall His time is drawing near When he's done will he end Or will he bite the dust Is this his nemesis? Arms of swords are crossed
Sparks fly through the sky The sound of blood and steel Crowd cheers laughs and tears His wound will never heal Kneels down face the ground Before the emperor He's might wrong or right He is superior
Thumbs down And soon the swords will fall Thumbs down And soon the heads will roll Gladiator Hell will take you
