Cyperus - Oppressor

A crack in the stone tells me, as the sun glares in one eye
I'm leaving my last dungeon, it's my turn, it's my time
I was born a slave, below the roman paying fans
that watch the competition, the fine sport of fighting men
I will not refuse; I will not be denied
You get one chance to fight, you live or you die
two guards open my door, I wipe my brow of sweat
one laughs in my face, and the other makes a bet
come in for the carnage, blood tears and sweat
fill the arena, they fight till the death
afflicted with power, all pay for his pleasure
succumb to the merciless wrath of oppressor

The savage death's to come, are ravage mirth for him
who brings them all to their knees
I and I am no different
I'm dying to be free

At the iron gates, off go my shackles
I'm thrown in as the prey to another
who's earned the armour
above my sword and shield, both our faces blank
I don them to the cheers, my opponent breaks, attack!
Through the mass of armour I catch a glimpse of eye
boiling with hate, smashing as he drives
I parry him and roll, but he is quick to turn
the cut is clean and cool, but the hate inside it burns!

Come in for the carnage, blood tears and sweat
fill the arena, they fight till the death
afflicted with power, all pay for his pleasure
succumb to the merciless wrath of oppressor

His blows are strong and mighty, I'm holding, but I'm rough
then one thrust to the chest sends him growing to the dust
the crowd comes a roar, his locks tight in my hand
at the emperors desire he's a finished man
but I am still a slave, below the roman paying fans
that watch the competition, the fine sport of fighting men
I will not refuse, what other choice have I
my one chance to live is to fight till I die

Come in for the carnage,
Blood tears and sweat
fill the arena,
they fight till the death
afflicted with power,
all pay for his pleasure
succumb to the merciless
wrath of oppressor