shrill of the horn screams my name pounding the ground the games begin the crowd they roar the blood it boils inside me i fear not you you fear not me the swords are drawn and shimmering the time has come again to honor our king the gods have blessed this wicked game fight we must and show no shame for the time has come again to feed our blood thirsty king i look into your eyes reflections of the sky a whisper on the wind as your soul says goodbye reds sands underneath my feet stained by the blood i draw from thee red sands as far as i can see tainted these lands stained by history what once was a whisper now is an echo in my head the look on their faces as i stand in this sea of red i feel the evil rising hear the mesmerizing voice from hell feel the evil rising hear the mesmerizing voice from hell
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