In blood we trust
In blood we feed the sacred soils
Dodging death for ludus greed
What is it that we fight f or ?
Honour’s a lie as the roar of the crowd
Slaves and whores
Stand as one through servile’s wars
Some of us fight
Only ‘cause they wish to die (free)
The thracian, the gaul, the afer and the celt
Brothered by lanister’s mark
Dominus you made us
Gods of the dust
They will know the hunger that we once had
They will feel the flame of a cold desire
Our name resurfaces from the ages lost
Servitude forever is torn
Our day of doom
We’re standing as equal
On the sand
For those who have died unavenged
Spartacus guides our hand
Raise your swords
Grab your shields
Sworn to kill
Doctore’s gladiators
Slaying their masters
Will uprise against Rome
Shaking its ground
Ave, Ave Quintus Batiatus
Morituri Te Salulant
Death before disgrace
They will know the hunger that we once had
They will feel the flame of a cold desire
Our name resurfaces from the ages lost
Servitude forever is torn
Our day of doom
We’re standing as equal
Blood on the sand
For those who have died unavenged
Spartacus guides our hands