There is blood in the sand, there are a lot of spectators around
The emperor again cast a questioning look
He won again and the crowd is condescending
Now there is no savior for his adversary
Moment and really the emperor is caustic
Thumbs down - it is an honor to the winner
Finish the vanquished, with a heavy sigh
Gladius cuts the flesh, soul scream extended
Born free, from a cobbled village
Captured by Rome he entered the Arena
For valor in battle, he fell to the gladiators
He is now standing in front of the emperor himself
Everyone applauds him, both the people and the senators
His pupils are dilated-dark craters
They want to reward him, everyone shouts his name
And waiting for the blood in his veins to freeze
Emperor smiles, then satisfied
"Bow, Spartacus, now you are free!
He is a true warrior, he is very capable
He proved to everyone that glory is worthy! "
Now he is free, but the thought of slavery is oppressive
Rome seized homeland space
And the gladiators fraternity will fight for him
Spartak will still make Rome shudder
“Kill Spartacus” - Senators are scared
But again the gladiators go to hand to hand
Friendly attack storages
Disappearing without a trace
There are no chains on them, their hands are untied
And faith in victory is harder than diamond
Their oaths are like stone, they are not broken
Spartak the leader of a mighty squad,
To kill a machine, sow death while alive
For their wives and children who served in slavery
And the guards of Capua laid before them
Weapon-their fear immobilized
Spartak freed his brothers in arms
From gladiator schools, they listened to the leader
Rebellions run across the country
The word "Freedom" has been strengthened in consciousness.
But Rome is the frightened legions of the column
Sent to reprisal, moans are heard everywhere
Fields are covered in blood, and crows in the sky
Among the sounds of battle, horns are heard
The fight was stubborn, but victory is undeniable
Behind Spartacus, invincible and proud
Was in the forefront, sowing horror and fear.
Legions scattered like dust
But in the dark night, under the cover of rain
When the soldiers of the leader slept soundly
The ring of Pompey and Krasus has closed
Under the moonlight sparkled cuirasses
And later there was a cry, "Brothers to arms!"
Legionnaires have already managed to break far
No one escaped, not one surrendered
And the gladiator burst into the thick of the battle
On a snow-white horse, but already on the forehead
Death left a mark, treacherous arrow
His broad chest is not a hindrance at all
He did not have time to put on armor before the battle.
