Standing over a conquered foe, an armored leg upon the throat
He didn't fight as a profession, he'd no choice, having been sold
In the time he was forced to be this warrior, fighting to survive
In time the fallen is fully unconscious, the dying foe is cold
Blood from wounds pool around the body, breathing is stopped
To live another day, one of the two must be chosen to rise or fall
As ultimately the crowd cheers, however bestial, a warrior dies
The survivor moves forward, the dying takes no more breath
