Duelling the Shadow of Spartacus
Just like the wind blowing from the south,
they brought us crimson skies and rain.
Jut like the thin ever changing clouds,
they shift in shape and meet themselves in storms.
We'll be the highest peak to rip them off,
we'll be the full moon to lighten this road.
Beasts on a leash, that's what they are:
body of a lion, head of snake.
Roaming a trembling land that floats on fire,
hiding from the gladius, biting us at night.
We'll be the highest peak to rip them off,
we'll be the full moon to lighten this road.
Beasts on the run, that's what they are:
body of a lion, head of snake.
"Face me, praefectus of the army of nowhere:
fight us! My troops for your tamed beasts.
I can sense the scent of battle,
I want to see how much we bleed,
before we die!"