Sanguine Pluit in Arena
Stand, fight, die! For your destiny, undone.
Stand, fight, die! For your roots, subdued.
Mirmillon! Your gladius for our gods.
Mirmillon! To dare the sun again.
Sanguine pluit in arena
Stand and fight! Redden this sand.
Morituro, for what you've been given.
Stand and fight! Your gladius for our gods.
Praefectus! For your destiny begins...
As seasons change around a man,
as gods test our will of death:
there lays the shadows, there falls the man.
As my brothers sacrifice,
to prove their worth to the gods:
they will not die in vain:
they willl not die at all,,,
Libertas!
Libertas!
Libertas!
Libertas!