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To suffer myself, to be whipped by rods |
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burned with fire, or killed with steel... |
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If I disobey... |
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In times of plague, famine and death |
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a fantastic clamour raises from the coliseum |
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the circus maximus under an overwhelming sun |
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welcome the silver-armoured barbarian horde |
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Overtrained gladiatros thrown in the arena |
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alongst chained lions and phaetonic aurigas |
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acclaimed by the crowd, idolized as mightiest gods |
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they brandish their weapons, transcending the greedy punters |
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By times of triumph, decadence and impericide |
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the chariots mark forever the sandring with their wheels |
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shame to the last one, honour and pride for the son chosen |
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while gladiators walk now from shadows to their fate |
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Supreme machines whoe spectacle is primordal |
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torture and "To the death" have never existed |
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satisfied or repaid, are unknown words |
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neither lowered, nor raised thumbs... |
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"Sold then bought as interestless things |
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my still in the art of fighting |
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my strength in the will of survival |
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child, I soon learn the Dictum Primeval..." |
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Neither whiplashes or insults prevent me |
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to be entangled in the revenge spiral |
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one day, the gathering'll scand my grade |
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Quia nominor Opplomakus |
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Ave Imperator, Morituri te salutant |
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The opplon strongly hold, we brave our combat |
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Helios smashes us with solar might |
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But we must play this ever-cheated game |
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Moved as vulgar pawns on a circular sand chessboard |
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we are human bishops handled by emperor's attractions |
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The fantastic clamour raises again on the arena |
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in times of plague, famine and death |
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Slave...Slave then deity |
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Grandiose...Grandiose destiny |
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Dictum...Dictum Primeval |
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Law...Law of survival |
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By times of triumph, decadence and impericide |
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the chariots mark forever the sand ring with their wheels |
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shame to the last one, honour and for the son chosen |
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while gladiators walk now from shadows to their fate |
|
Supreme machines whose spectacle is primordial |
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torture and "To the death" have never existed |
|
satisfied or repaid, are unknown words |
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neither lowered, nor raised thumbs... |
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"Sold then bought as interestless things |
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my still in the art of fighting |
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my strength in the will of survival |
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child, I soon learn the Dictum Primeval..." |
