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[Fighting in the colosseum] My rancid image appears at the gates of Rome No horrors are unused in the seven nights to come We come as an army and as leaders we leave, while Christians are robbed from their lives and belief I see the winds shaping the desert for years and yet I understand the origin of mankind's fears and I, I feel the strength given with power and blessed with faith for I am chosen for this unholy fate The Prince is ressurected, the final God is chosen, among the living mortals, a stronger has arosen' Come on, pick up thy swords We came here to conquer the cities claimed holy, our armour is waiting for blood to be spilled we leave as the victors surrounded with glory after the Christian bastards have kneeled They're serving a live and they're waiting to die within the arena of might For those about to die, we will salute you, pick up thy armour and stand fierce Impaled are those who hath no resistance, survive does only the one who slays the weak We have no time for your fear, the lord of beneath is the emperor of Rome Lord of beneath, rise, rise, lord of beneath Lord of beneath, rise, rise, lord of beneath Lord of beneath, rise, rise, lord of beneath Lord of beneath, rise, rise, lord of beneath From Letras Mania