Gladiator

CircusmaximusWas a time, in a land, at a place faraway,In a place we know as RomeMany years, torn away, fades the distant memoryTry to think, what was life, when you knew one thing,that was please your king or dieWas a way, as a slave that you could become free,Masses will bet on his name,Women lust after his fameThe gladiators face is masked by painHis wife and child will be slainPromises someday he'll take revengeAgainst the one who's to blameThe one who's to blameWas a time, that he led, many men through the mudAll in honor of thier kingCounts the days, till he's done, where he wants to go is homeThen he's called to the tent, where he finds he is deadThat was murdered by his sonIn his grief, then he turns and announces he is freeThere is a price on his headHe then escapes with tears shedThe gladiators face is ripped by painHis wife and child have been slainVows that someday he will take revengeAgainst the one who's to blameThe ones who's to blameWe will live if we work as oneHe must stay alive to meet themThe gladiators face is ripped by painHe is well on his wayFalls beside the one, he has revengedStrength and honor, no shameHonor No shame