Marching on a dusty road
They are on their way to Rome
Countless slaves to go to war
And they are fighting not alone
On their way so confident
They are carrying missile and spear
The desperation disappeared
And victory is near
In the sea of blood and bones
Sands of time stand still
Dying on the dirty road
Spartacus has come to kill
”(Instrumental)”
On their way so confident
They are carrying missile and spear
The desperation disappeared
And victory is near
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