We come from different worlds, we are known as the damned
We bear a curse, we've been condemned to the combat games
Our number includes criminals, murderers, rapists and scum
Some come from the elite, on the wrong side of the emperor
Great numbers come from defeated prisoners of Rome's wars
When we fight, one wins, one dies, all bleed on the arena's sand
Most of us will die, but we've warrior blood pumping in the veins
Winning duels and battles, most of the best are left quite numb
Trained in different styles of combat, we entertain the empire
We scream in pain, but refuse to allow others to see our tears
And though it is held off as a enticement, few see it as such
We will never be free, we are the condemned slaves
And yet we are worthy of respect, and of love
"Already long ago, from when we sold our vote to no man, the People have abdicated our duties; for the
People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything,
now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses." Juvenal
People who once upon a time handed out military command, high civil office, legions — everything,
now restrains itself and anxiously hopes for just two things: bread and circuses." Juvenal
