Bath In The Arena
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Bath In The Arena
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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
Blood Bath In The Arena
Gladiators and spectators die
Blood Bath In The Arena
Death on wings will fly
Blood Bath In The ArenaThorn rides and the vampire horse
will feast
It is the price for saving the Erin prince
From the death the Ceasar has decreed
The magick charged blade the old druid had bade
be delivered to the prince
The Ceasar will not deny the last request in his eye
of the doomed prince
The blade will not mark the prince, Thron he will sense
The magick encased within
All others they will fall in the stone encased walls
The arena their tomb sealed
He mounts the Vampire horse
aerial borneupon his course
Thorn the vampire, Thorn the king
A song of slaughter his blade will sing
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
Blood Bath In The Arena
Gladiators and spectators die
Blood Bath In The Arena
Death on wings will fly
Blood Bath In The Arena
Thorn rides the great winged beast
Tonight Thorn and the vampire horse will feast
On Roman flesh and blood
[Solo]
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
Blood Bath In The Arena
Gladiators and spectators die
Blood Bath In The Arena
Death on wings will fly
Blood Bath In The Arena
Thorn rides the great winged beast
Tonight Thorn and the vampire horse will feast
On Roman flesh and blood
All that was left was a mountain of skulls
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