That rhythm and time, the sound of the crowd
Sweating, exhausted from a gladiatorial battle
Bleeding from wounds, but not enough to die
Closer one comes to dying, arena becomes loud
Sands, the floor of the arena, steps uncertain
We don't hate the opponent, we honor his name
In a fight for the entertainment of the arena
A fight that will steal the life of one of those
In battle, fight for the pleasure of the crowd
He will die, losing any chance to be free
He'll die there on the arena floor, alone
Without hope of healing, or bed to die on
Citizens will pay to get in, to watch this
Violence is to entertain, a people lost
They gained an empire, but gave it up
For the ease of living, without honor
Bleeding from wounds, but not enough to die
Closer one comes to dying, arena becomes loud
Sands, the floor of the arena, steps uncertain
We don't hate the opponent, we honor his name
In a fight for the entertainment of the arena
A fight that will steal the life of one of those
In battle, fight for the pleasure of the crowd
He will die, losing any chance to be free
He'll die there on the arena floor, alone
Without hope of healing, or bed to die on
Citizens will pay to get in, to watch this
Violence is to entertain, a people lost
They gained an empire, but gave it up
For the ease of living, without honor
