Circusmaximus 

Was a time, in a land, at a place faraway, 

In a place we know as Rome

Many years, torn away, fades the distant memory 



Try to think, what was life, when you knew one thing, 

that was please your king or die

Was a way, as a slave that you could become free,



Masses will bet on his name, 

Women lust after his fame



The gladiators face is masked by pain

His wife and child will be slain

Promises someday he'll take revenge

Against the one who's to blame



The one who's to blame 



Was a time, that he led, many men through the mud

All in honor of thier king

Counts the days, till he's done, where he wants to go is home



Then he's called to the tent, where he finds he is dead

That was murdered by his son

In his grief, then he turns and announces he is free



There is a price on his head 

He then escapes with tears shed



The gladiators face is ripped by pain

His wife and child have been slain

Vows that someday he will take revenge

Against the one who's to blame



The ones who's to blame 



We will live if we work as one 

He must stay alive to meet them 



The gladiators face is ripped by pain

He is well on his way 

Falls beside the one, he has revenged

Strength and honor, no shame



Honor No shame