This pain corrodes me
The hate cuts the connections with reality
Madness inside this dark cell
I wait for my turn when the next battle begins
The populace has blood lust
My own or my enemyâs
Iâll try to survive
Iâm trapped
I donât want to kill, I donât want to die
I used to fight for my people through moors and forests, we faced
Against the neighboring towns for supremacy and survival
Darkness fell unexpectedly
Eagle armies swept all our land
Nothing we could do to oppose them
Those who did not die we fell enslaved
By conqueror's power
I have to survive
Wrestling
Using my skills and learning new ones
My soul remains free
My mind begins to fill with thoughts of hatred and death
I pray to my gods
To accept my soul
Today I must to die for fun of the rabble
Tomorrow I will be with my ancestors
My soul will travel free at last