Lyrics
Chained in brownish shackles
Sore hands upon his legs
Strapped up, girded in a holy
Scourge on which you should be hanged
Forced to train to kill other men
Just to entertain
Wealthy and rich, so come loyalty
Taking pleasure in pain
Blood spout, arms down to arm
He clings on, weapons are stained
Left up, torture inflicted
Only the strong remain
A quality, fear in their hearts
Of those worthless and next to die
Never did they believe in their
Masters of my blood's worthlessly shed
To gain
The pain he receives
Spilled blood will have saved
The next Caesar of kings
Their chiseled brains screamed
Soon the falling will echo
The colosseum falls in red blood
Glory for the last one standing
Brave men await their end
Freedom waits for the champion
Fallen, yet you will be
Sliced down, weaved up, blood of warriors
Beasts and giants alike
Now white, black, white, blood grows
As his name, Victor, rings out with might
Come on, yes
The champion reborn
Gladiate
Let it roar
