Omen

The sweat it pours from your body, combat is neigh.
Into the arena, we march to die.
The blood spills to the ground, your body feels broken.
You face the earth and breath the dust again.
Your head is spinning, you feel another blow.
You hear the steel rip you to the bone.
*Chorus*:
In the arena, A mighty gladiator.
In the arena, you are the chosen warrior.
In honor and mail, you were born to fight.
Another kill, keeping the gold inside.
Who can match your fury, none can this or pain.
Come man or beast, time for battle again.
*Chorus*