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I

The Roman Empire rises

In blood and torture

Building great temples of terror

Morbid people enjoying

Dead and amputated bodies

Exposed entrails feed insane minds

II

Many corpses in the sand

Get out by dead gates

Through rotten and cryptics paths

Some of them still breathing

To give his last sighs

In the Spoliarium

III

Spoliarium

Where all is dead

Spoliarium

Body parts anywhere

Spoliarium

Flesh and bone for the beasts

IV

In this repugnant place

Floors and walls full of human filth

Butchers wait the dead

Ready for his job

To satisfy his desires

Men and women equally

For any hole penetrated

With putrid corpses have sex

V

They dismember the bodies

Rusty blades cut in pieces

Flesh to the beasts

Gruesome stench in the air

Entrails to the sewers

To the deep of putrid waters

VI

Many corpses in the sand

Get out by the dead gates

Through rotten and cryptics paths

Some of them still breathing

To give his last sighs

In the Spoliarium

VII

Spoliarium

Where all is dead

Spoliarium

Body parts anywhere

Spoliarium

Flesh and bone for the beasts