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screams in the arena, two thousand years ago

breathe in the atmosphere and the clouds of dust

he´s blinking at the sun, there he stands alone

(you) gotta fear him, the gladiator, he´s there to win

warrior, warrior, show your face

your scarred face to the world

superhero, they´ll never bring you down

you´re a slave to the roman empire

full of pride in contempt of death

teutonic giant, pure death machine

teutonic master, praise the gods

hail to the emperor, there upon his throne

armoured legionairies now open the gates

hordes of roaring warriors, all doomed to failure

fanfares prepare them for their final fight

warrior, warrior, observed by

tenthousand pairs of eyes

he swings the axe and a sword of steel

waterfalls of blood are flowing

to the ground and mixing with sand

teutonic giant, pure death machine

teutonic master, praise the gods

warrior, warrior, a shield of hate

will always keep you save

the dust descends, a single man´s alive

he´s earned the right to live another few days

in the circus maximus

teutonic giant, pure death machine

teutonic master, praise the gods