Icon (Niemcy) - Gladiator

on a slow march of death
they'll reach the gate of hell
together they're alone
soon, the door will be open

sacrificed for the gods
by the cruelty of men
with swords in their chest
they are laying on the ground

why am i here, what have i done?
toy of a bloody game
why am i here, what have i done?
victim of their desire

gladiator - doomed to fight
gladiator - steel in our hand
gladiator - doomed to fight
gladiator - blood stained sand

while the warriors are marching in
- bread an circuses -
the dark smell of death lies in the air

the fanfares are screaming
into the raging arena
i can hear the people's bloodthirsty yell

i am laying on the ground
a sword is trembling on my throat
the only way out is merciless fight
and his will to raise his thumb or not...