Thumelicus Secutor

High treason from my own tribe
Brought me to this place of malice
Atrocities are my purpose in life
Made me blunter day after day
From my first days forth i learned how to kill
To survive the struggle and to endure the drill
My lost soul is a means to an end
To amuse the romans by fighting and dying

We're both standing in this ring of fate
The berserk fire burns in my eyes
The only way to set me free from oppression
Is to hold your head up high in the arena
The bloodbath starts in the noise of the crowd
They can hear shattering swords-a weak shout
Now it's time to decide both our destinies
My frenzy tears down all remaining humanity

I captured the victory
But i gave away my heart and spirit
My pretended enemy
Lies flushing in the sand
As i look up to the sky i crave the lands
My mother told me about
But when i look into segeste‘s eyes
The only thing i feel is hate

Now my empathy has finally gone
I want to claim the triumph my own
My urge to endure is the strongest
And you will cross the line of styx