Spartacus

— A. — The day is gone The sky is red A bloody shine deceitful peace It's just a break The fighter's need Tomorrow's sunrise waits for more Soon the final dance begins In the early morning sun Think of tomorrow Yesterday's burden Nearly forgotten In a corner of your mind There's heaven above you A starry blanket You dream in the darkness Of tomorrow — B. — Sky so blue the sun is shining high On the battlefield you see them die Fighting bravely never getting weak There's no mercy in this dust and heat Spartacus stands, sword in his hands Drawing a blood line all around Fighting so hard for a new start He stands like a rock In the surge of the sea No one comes near Suddenly the soldiers realize They need more men to survive this fight All confused you see them dash away Losing now but they come back some day Spartacus knows, though he has won Too many men of his army are gone For him and his friends there is no chance To fight again for their liberty Never be free Thousand faces without hope and home Kind of death will be the choice of Rome Crucifixion of a lion's food Human victims of an age so cruel Glory and wealth, Power of Rome Built on the shoulders of millions of slaves Spartacus knows, though he was close Their chance is gone It was all in vain There'll be more blood and pain