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