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This day comes to soon, one more life I must consume One more life I need to gain the freedom that I seek Led through the tunnels and labyrinths so deep Prisoners and slaves encircling me I am but one, one of the same When the sun sets this all shall change We who are about to die, we salute you We who are about to die, we salute you Five men in, one leaves Today there will be no mercy Lust for blood grows strong Not from me but ones watching on We who are about to die, we salute you We who are about to die, we salute you Catching the gleam of a childs glad eye Cheering and laughing while watching them die In the arena of death they shall fall To the delight and enjoyment of all Verbera strike deaths blow The last ones my hands shall know Triumph I have seen another triumph there will not be From Letras Mania