Circus Maximus Was a time, in a land, at a place faraway In a place we know as Rome Many years, torn away, fades the distant memory Try to think, what was life, when you knew one thing That was please your king or die Was a way, as a slave that you could become free Ma**es will bet on his name Women lust after his fame The gladiators face is masked by pain His wife and child will be slain Promises someday he'll take revenge Against the one who's to blame The one who's to blame Was a time, that he led, many men through the mud All in honor of thier king Counts the days, till he's done, where he wants to go is home Then he's called to the tent, where he finds he is dead That was murdered by his son In his grief, then he turns and announces he is free There is a price on his head He then escapes with tears shed The gladiators face is ripped by pain His wife and child have been slain Vows that someday he will take revenge Against the one who's to blame The ones who's to blame We will live if we work as one He must stay alive to meet them The gladiators face is ripped by pain He is well on his way Falls beside the one, he has revenged Strength and honor, no shame Honor, No shame