shrill of the horn screams my name

pounding the ground

the games begin

the crowd they roar

the blood it boils inside me

i fear not you you fear not me

the swords are drawn

and shimmering

the time [bad word] again 

to honor our king

the gods have blessed

this wicked game

fight we must and show no shame 

for the time [bad word] again 

to feed our blood thirsty king

i look into your eyes

reflections of the sky

a whisper on the wind 

as your soul says goodbye

reds sands underneath my feet

stained by the blood

i draw from thee

red sands as far as i can see

tainted these lands

stained by history

what once was a whisper

now is an echo in my head

the look on their faces

as i stand in this sea of red

i feel the evil rising

hear the mesmerizing 

voice from [bad word] 
feel the evil rising

hear the mesmerizing

voice from [bad word]