Forecourt To Hell lyrics

Smell the sweat of their bodies

Hear the screams of the mob

Feel the heat of the atmosphere

It's crackling... see gladiators are here

Morituri de salutant

We are raising the flails

Morituri de salutant

Our lives are for sale

Steel meets steel in the forecourt of hell

Where slaves of the universe say farewell

Blood runs red when the fighting begins

In the forecourt of hell no one will win

The gates are opened, drums of death start to sound

The roman emperor establishes the round

Hate and anger drawn in their faces

The crowd celebrates with rejoicings and embraces

Morituri de salutant

We are raising the flails

Morituri de salutant

Our lives are for sale

Steel meets steel in the forecourt of hell

Where slaves of the universe say farewell

Blood runs red when the fighting begins

In the forecourt of hell no one will win

The mighty and strongest will survive

There will only be one who will leave alive

There's no grace for the struck men

Heads are rolling before the fighting starts again

Steel meets steel in the forecourt of hell

Where slaves of the universe say farewell

Blood runs red when the fighting begins

In the forecourt of hell no one will win