Spartacus
Triumvirat
The Superior Force of Rome
the day is gone
The sky is red
A bloody shine deceitful peace
It's Just a break
The fighter's need
Tomorrow's sunrise waits for more
soon the final dance begins
In the early morning sun
Think of tomorrow
Yesterday's burden
Nearly forgotten
In a corner of your mind
There's heaven above you
A starry blanket
You dream in the darkness
Of tomorrow
A Broken Dream
Sky so blue the sun is Shining high.
On the battlefield you see them die.
Fighting bravely never getting weak
There's no mercy in this dust and heat
Spartacus stands, sword in his hands.
Drawing a blood line all around.
Fighting so hard for a new start.
He stands like a rock.
In the surge of the sea.
No one comes near.
Suddenly the soldiers realize.
They need more men to survive this fight.
All confused you see them dash away
Losing now but they come back some day.
Spartacus Knows, though he has won.
Too many men of his army are gone.
For him and his friends there is no chance.
To fight again for their liberty.
Never be free.
Thousand faces without hope and home.
kind of death will be the choice of Rome.
Crucifixion of a lion's food.
Human victims of an age so cruel.
Glory and wealth, Power of Rome.
Built on the shoulders of millions of slaves.
Spartacus knows, though he was close.
Their change is gone.
It was all in vain.
There'll be more blood and pain.
