Gladiator
The roar of crowd in your ears,
Your legs are bound’s iron chains
You are nothing but slave bleak
Though your spirit far from weak.
Common folk beyond the wall
Hear, name of you they call.
Viewers need now more delight
You must take today death fight
Chorus:
No ask in plea for bread
Craving spectacle plebs.
To look in eyes of death
For gladiator is path.
Without anyone word
Caesar’s gesture of hand
From shoulders sever the head
Your sharp sword
Verse:
Shaking shackles from your hands,
Glanced around – shadow lands,
And in armor dressed - well done
Your main battle has begun.
Firm step into yellow ring;
Sword in hand is only king
Sand in blood, you whisper a spell.
What does cruel fate foretell?
Verse:
Your fearsome foe, the murmillo –
And chance one-in-a-million
Latin says, knows everyone,
Winner may be only one.
The clash of swords, you’re face to face,
Eager fight like breakneck race
Your hidden dagger found its way
Straight to heart. The game is played!
Verse:
From tribune you hear voice
Gained your freedom – Caesar’s choice
This empire of the gloom
All the world rules Ancient Rome
But will not accept this gift,
Though, in truth, can get a shift
Colosseum is your home,
Gladiator’s life - your own.
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