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Slaves... you have just arrived at Ludus Magnus, |
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the finest gladiatorial training school in all of Rome. |
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And when you die, and die you shall, I will teach you to die gracefully, |
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with honor and to the roar of the crowd. |
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Now each and every one of you must recite the "Sacramentum Gladiatorum" |
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and receive the mark of the brotherhood, |
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I swear, to be burned by fire, bound in chains, to be beaten, |
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and to be killed by the sword in the pursuit of honor in the arena. |
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They are Gladiators, they live deep in the bowels of the Roman Colosseum. |
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Their barracks are just outside the rusted gates of their future afterlife. |
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A world where men are trained to kill, blood their ambrosia, the arena their mountaintop. |
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Sacred Ground, watered with the tears of blood, their blood, their tears. |
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Ludus Magnus - Forged into gods - Instill the will to kill |
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Gladiatorial Combat - The Sport of Rome - Blood spills with skills that thrill |
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Their gods have betrayed them! |
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Now they're forced to slay men! |
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Ludus Magnus - Forged into gods - Instill the will to kill. |
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Gladiatorial Combat!! They will die... |
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Battles to the death demonstrate the violent soul of the Roman Empire |
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Thousands upon thousands flock to the arenas to watch these professional fighting machines |
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Warriors trained for the amusement of the ancient world's greatest power |
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Their new masters, notorious for their cruelty, betting to see who will die first |
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They enter the arena through catacombs which leads them to the Gate of Life |
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In defeat, two fingers mark the symbol of surrender to the editor of the games |
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Thumbs down! They must kneel, offering themselves to cold blooded murder |
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The victor plunges his gladius through the neck and down into their heart |
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Their corpses dragged by hooks in their heels, through the Gate of Death |
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Body parts fed to wild beasts to get them used to the taste of human flesh |
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[Chorus] |
