Lyrics to Blood Bath In The Arena
The wind is moaning through the trees
and the sorceress on her knees
Sacrifice in the grove tonight
The legions are on their way and the Romans they must pay
Sorcery to crush their might
In a world not our own a king lolls on his throne
And faint, he hears the call
>From a book of ancient spells
The sorceress calls up hells
Where the lakes of blood run down like water falls
Demon come forth
Manifest rune Thorn
Thorn the vampire, Thorn the man
Thorn the king from the dying land
Today all in the arena will die except you chosen one
He who holds the sword of Spartacus
Prince of the Erin Isle brother of the sorceress
Armed with the sword by dead heroes blessed
and the sorceress on her knees
Sacrifice in the grove tonight
The legions are on their way and the Romans they must pay
Sorcery to crush their might
In a world not our own a king lolls on his throne
And faint, he hears the call
>From a book of ancient spells
The sorceress calls up hells
Where the lakes of blood run down like water falls
Demon come forth
Manifest rune Thorn
Thorn the vampire, Thorn the man
Thorn the king from the dying land
Today all in the arena will die except you chosen one
He who holds the sword of Spartacus
Prince of the Erin Isle brother of the sorceress
Armed with the sword by dead heroes blessed
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