Son Of Aurelius A Champion Reborn
Taken bound and shackled
Sold as a f..cking slave
Stripped of earthly belongings
Old how you should behave
Force to, trained to, kill other men
Just to entertain
Wealthy and rich, so called "royalty"
Taking pleasure in pain
Blood spilt, and set to appease, there gods
Weapons are stained, gruesome torture inflicted
Only the strong Remain
Masks worn, inject, fear in there hearts
Of Those worthless and meant to die
Never did they even have a chance
The mob loves witnessing death
Entertain them
All have paid to see, spilt blood what a sight
God and Cesar are pleased
Flesh cut, bones break, screams of the fallen with echo
The Colosseum pulses with applause
Glory for the last one standing
Mass graves await the rest
Freedom waits for the champion
Fallen fed to the beast
Slice down waves of, other warriors
Beast and giant alike
The one, the great, whole crowd chants his name
Victories are unmatched
Commodus, a champion re-born
Gladiator of Rome
