Paroles de Forecourt To Hell

Smell the sweat of their bodies Hear the screams of the mob Feel the heat of the atmosphere It's crackling, see gladiators are here Morituri de salutant We are raising the flails Morituri de salutant Our lives are for sale Steel meets steel in the forecourt to hell Where slaves of the universe say farewell Blood runs red when the fighting begins In the forecourt to hell no one will win The gates are opened, drums of death start to sound The roman emperor establishs the round Hate and anger drawn in their faces The crowd celebrates with rejoicings and embraces Morituri de salutant We are raising the flals Morituri de salutant Our lives are for sale Steel meets steel in the forecourt to hell Where slaves of the universe say farewell Blood runs red when the fighting begins In the forecourt to hell no one will win The mighty and strongest will survive There will only be one who will leave alive There's no grace for the struck men Heads are rolling before the fighting starts again Steel meets steel in the forecourt to hell Where slaves of the universe say farewell Blood runs red when the fighting begins In the forecourt to hell no one will win