The Last Gladiator (vox)

Text:

© rootshell
Lyrics by Peter (PJE)

Yesterdays glorious days of late September
Passing away, lifeblood being spilled
Heartbroken, chill of the mist on a rain soaked morning
I'm questioning who can carry the fight today
Stage is no longer an arenas theatre
Fabulous beasts and brave warriors will battle no more

1600 years have passed since the gory glory games
Twilight of the Eternal City

Pagan or Christians captive to the lure of cruel sports
Martyred on the sands of a Flavian amphitheater
As the thunder rolled from an unclouded sky
Deranged Emperors with a passion for unequal combat
Drawing starving masses to the bloody spectacle
Until it's downfall by looting, lightning, and earthquake

1600 years have passed since the gory glory games
Twilight of the Eternal City

we gaze into
the face of death,
the Mother of
our glory

in decus,
ad facies mortis,
et mater est
gloriam nostram

Destined to rise again The Last Gladiator
fights in an arena more mysterious and fatal.
The sun never sets on this empire.
No longer carrying weapons or wearing armor and leather,
but donning corporate uniform and with an array of digital arms.
In this new everlasting fighting arena, spectators seated in business class
the ice-cold class...blood for sport