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