St.Raider - Спартак
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Blood on the sand, full of spectators around
At the emperor again cast a question in a questioning
He defeated again and the crowd is condescending
There is no savior for the enemy now
Moment and indeed the emperor is caustic
The finger down is the honor of the winner
Finish off the vanquished, with a sigh of heavy
Gladius cuts the flesh, the soul-crown is long
Born by free, from the village of Burned
He was captured by Rome to the arena
For valor in battle, he got to the gladiators
He is now facing the emperor himself
Everyone applaudes him, and the people and senators
His pupils are dilated-dark craters
They want to reward him, everyone shouts his name
And in anticipation, blood in his veins is crushed
The emperor smiles, then satisfied
"Worship, Spartak, now you are free!
He is a true warrior, he is very capable
He proved to everyone that the glory is worthy! "

Now he is free, but the thought of slavery is oppressed
Rome of the captured homeland of space
And the gladiators, the brotherhood will fight for him
Spartak will still make Rome shudder
"Kill Spartak"-Senators are scary
But again the gladiators go to hand -to -hand
In the warehouses of weapons of attacks are friendly
Disappear without a trace by capturing the right
There are no chains on them, their hands are untied
And faith in victory in them firmly than diamond
Their oaths are like a stone, they are not destroyed
Spartak leader of a mighty squad,
To kill the car, sow death so far alive
For their wives and children, which served in slavery
And the cacious guards folded in front of them
Fear of their weapons immobilized their weapons
Spartak freed his brothers in arms
From schools of gladiators, they listened to the leader
Uprising ran across the country
The word "freedom" strengthened in consciousness.

But Rome, intimidated by the legions of the column
Sent for reprisal, groans are heard everywhere
Fields are flooded with blood, and in the sky raven
Among the sounds of the battle, the mountains are heard
The battle was stubborn, but the victory is undoubtedly
For Spartak, invincible and proud
He was in the forefront, sowing horror and fear.
Legions were scattered like a poet of dust
But in the dark night, under the cover of rain
When the leader soldiers slept tightly
The ring of Pompey and beauty closed
In the light of the moon, cuirasses flashed
And late there was a cry "Brothers to weapons!"
Legionnaires have already managed to break through far
No one was saved, not one gave up
And in the thick of the battle, the gladiator burst
On a snow -white horse, but already on a person
Death left a trace, an insidious arrow
His broad chest is not at all a hindrance
Before the battle he had time to put on armor.