Он должен убивать, чтобы жить, но он станет свободным.
Do you remember, it was time,
When you were the greatest king?
But now the greatness of your life
Could not be found within.
Today, you stay on the red hot sand,
You wait for their choice,
You are nor animal or a man
You do not have any voice.
The Imperator lifts up his hand -
What gives it, life or death?
How many more minutes will you lend
From him, to save your breath.
The Gladiator's life is dull -
You are the shadows son
If Roman warrior breaks the skull -
You will not see the Sun.
But now, stand up, and tell them all,
That you are no more a slave,
You'll leave the Coliseum walls -
But you're not going to grave.
You were the Gladiator, King,
And you were the Romans' toy.
And only scar, shaped as a ring,
Reminds you of that time...
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