Born as a thracian man - enslaved by a roman clan
Trained in a ludus cage - escaped with homicidal rage
Death comes to them all - I will bring their fall
Gladiators with boundless pain - I am the bringer of rain
Gladiators have no breath - I am the bringer of death
They call me the rebel king - I cause their death in my ring
Sky was red, the sun was shining high
On the ground 10000 bodies lie
A sword, a spear or even empty hands
He was freeing slaves and lands
Tens of thousands gory insurgents
A fight against oppression and commands
Spartacus was never getting weak
Led them forward – no retreat
Death comes to them all - I will bring their fall
Gladiators with boundless pain - I am the bringer of rain
Gladiators have no breath - I am the bringer of death
They call me the rebel king - I cause their death in my ring
Soldiers, forces, legions, mindless violence
Guided by roman obedience
Shepherds, herdsman, slaves on the hills
Trained, armed, equipped for uncountable kills
120000 counted their death bills
Guided by Spartacus leadership skills
Roman soldiers cried for self-defense
Befallen no mercy, no innocence
" Death comes to us all... there is always a choice
But We decide our fates!"
(He) Marched up and down the italian lines
(He) defeated the romans a dozen times
(He) was long considered a mighty dread
His legend will never... ever be dead
Death comes to them all - I will bring their fall
Gladiators with boundless pain - I am the bringer of rain
Gladiators have no breath - I am the bringer of death
They call me the rebel king - I cause their death in my ring
Death comes to them all - I will bring their fall
Gladiators with boundless pain - I am the bringer of rain
Gladiators have no breath - I am the bringer of death
They call me the rebel king - Spartacus