The sky is red,
It's the prelude of death
A rumbling raises from the empire of rome.
Gladiators enter through gates,
They respect the great master,
It's the prelude of death
A rumbling raises from the empire of rome.
Gladiators enter through gates,
They respect the great master,
He lives with revenge in veins and fight
For survival against beast and evil to teach
Them respect for people
In memory of love for the great eagle
Time to kill
Touch your body, the ares flame
With power and glory we'll back to rome
The dark wind brings death messages
The fire of power, the power inside me.
He lives with revenge in veins and fight
For survival against beast and evil to teach
Them respect for people
In memory of love for the great eagle
Time to kill
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