a)The Superior Force of Rome 
the day is gone 
The sky is red 
bloody shine deceitful peace 
It's Just a break 
The fighter's need 
Tomorrow's sunrise waits for more 
soon the final dance begins 
In the early morning sun 
Think of tomorrow 
Yesterday's burden 
Nearly forgotten 
In a corner of your mind 
There's heaven above you 
starry blanket 
You dream in the darkness 
Of tomorrow 

b)Broken Dream 
Sky so blue the sun is Shining high. 
On the battlefield you see them die. 
Fighting bravely never getting weak 
There's no mercy in this dust and heat 
Spartacus stands, sword in his hands. 
Drawing a blood line all around. 
Fighting so hard for a new start. 
He stands like a rock. 
In the surge of the sea. 
No [bad word] near. 
Suddenly the soldiers realize. 
They need more men to survive this fight. 
All confused you see them dash away 
Losing now but [bad word] back some day. 
Spartacus Knows, though he has won. 
Too many men of his army are gone. 
For him and his friends there is no chance. 
To fight again for their liberty. 
Never be free. 
Thousand faces without hope and home. 
kind of death will be the choice of Rome.  [bad word] of a lion's food. 
Human victims of an age so [bad word]  
Glory and wealth, Power of Rome. 
Built on the shoulders of millions of slaves. 
Spartacus knows, though he was close. 
Their change is gone. 
It was all in vain. 
There'll be more blood and pain. 

C) The Finale [bad word]