GLADIATOR~

Gladiator, Centurion of Rome

A tiny hot cell is his home

He'll get up in the morning & fight

Blood blotting the day from his sight

His body collapsing on the monsters he'd kill

Shields, Spears & Swords make it a hill

They'd drag him unconscious to his earthly domain

Back in his cell he'd lay quite insane

His Centurion training giving him good stead

The crime he committed making him dread

How many he'd kill before it'd be paid

'Til that final day when they open the gate

He'd dream of leaving triumphantly

Nothing could beat him he knows

Slaying men & monsters meant nothing

He'll kill them all with crushing blows!

Blacmist~