This day comes to soon, one more life I must consume

One more life I need to gain the freedom that I seek



Led through the tunnels and labyrinths so deep

Prisoners and slaves encircling me

I am but one, one of the same

When the sun sets this all shall change



We who are about to die, we salute you

We who are about to die, we salute you



Five men in, one leaves

Today there will be no mercy

Lust for blood grows strong

Not from me but ones watching on



We who are about to die, we salute you

We who are about to die, we salute you



Catching the gleam of a childs glad eye

Cheering and laughing while watching them die

In the arena of death they shall fall

To the delight and enjoyment of all



Verbera strike deaths blow

The last ones my hands shall know

Triumph I have seen another triumph there will not be