Ария - Колизей

Crazy Rome had been cursed by the gods.
Town of scorned women and disabled men.
There are smoking poisoned deadly drugs
Cut their veins all around.

The crowd goes to watch on every fest
How the man shout in agony with pain.
It’s a big feast of violent death
Into the yellow round.

The Force gives you total freedom.
Let’s go win, and you’ll be the best.
Or maybe
You will find a rest.

Foe in the dust,
Cannot resist.
The wounded slave,
The hunted beast.
A finger of Emperor soon will scream
“He must not be alive!”

Do not ignore
Saint luck of god.
The people roar
Feel the new blood.
But wives and friends might not be mourned of him.
The gladiator’s life
It’s Colosseum.

Looks like dogs fighting over a bone.
They are all doomed to rip each other’s flesh.
Their eyes without passion and tone.
There is nothing but pain.

You’re the one who’s not tasted defeat.
Lord protected you from the every clash.
Look how Cesar set foot on the grit
To release you from chains.

The Force gives you total freedom.
Let’s go win, and you’ll be the best.
Or maybe
You will find a rest.

Foe in the dust.
Weakly, he falls.
The hunted beast,
The wounded thrall.
A finger of Emperor soon will scream
“He must not be alive!”

Do not ignore
Saint luck of god.
The people roar,
Feel the new blood.
But wives and friends might not be mourned of him.
The gladiator’s life
It’s Colosseum.

And do
You remember…
You were proud wise chief before.
And do
You remember
That army in front of the door.
You saw the new dawn
Among the scorched crags.
Now the hour has come.
It’s the time of payback.

The bread and circus boiled over,
To the brim.
Freedom is found in the power.
Let’s go win!

Foe in the dust.
Weakly, he missed.
The wounded slave,
The hunted beast.
And gladiator made sparks from gray stone
By his big mighty sword.

Do not ignore
Saint luck of god.
The people roar,
Feel the new blood.
But Emperor don’t deserve pray and mourn.
He’s living in this world.
Colosseum.