Lord Of Beneath

[Fighting in the colosseum]

My rancid image appears at the gates of Rome

No horrors are unused in the seven nights to come

We come as an army and as leaders we leave,

while Christians are robbed from their lives and belief

I see the winds shaping the desert for years and yet

I understand the origin of mankind's fears and I,

I feel the strength given with power and blessed with faith

for I am chosen for this unholy fate

The Prince is ressurected, the final God is chosen,

among the living mortals, a stronger has arosen'

Come on, pick up thy swords

We came here to conquer the cities claimed holy,

our armour is waiting for blood to be spilled

we leave as the victors surrounded with glory

after the Christian bastards have kneeled

They're serving a live and they're waiting to die

within the arena of might

For those about to die, we will salute you, pick up thy armour

and stand fierce

Impaled are those who hath no resistance, survive does only the one

who slays the weak

We have no time for your fear, the lord of beneath is the emperor of Rome

Lord of beneath, rise, rise, lord of beneath

Lord of beneath, rise, rise, lord of beneath

Lord of beneath, rise, rise, lord of beneath

Lord of beneath, rise, rise, lord of beneath