Torch (Swe) - Gladiator

Young man armed with rage
Shivering with fear
Stands tall fears his fall
His time is drawing near
When he's done will he end
Or will he bite the dust
Is this his nemesis?
Arms of swords are crossed

Sparks fly through the sky
The sound of blood and steel
Crowd cheers laughs and tears
His wound will never heal
Kneels down face the ground
Before the emperor
He's might wrong or right
He is superior

Thumbs down
And soon the swords will fall
Thumbs down
And soon the heads will roll
Gladiator
Hell will take you

Thumbs down...

Young man...

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